Poison Ivy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then Ruby pulled my body and looked at me with cruelty. "This is just the beginning, I will put you through pain without mercy," said Ruby then took out a sharp knife which immediately stabbed me in the stomach. “Ruby!” I groaned in endless pain. Ruby stabbed me in the stomach with a knife coated with Blue Poison ivy! Ruby immediately swung the dagger smeared with Blue Poison Ivy towards my body. Even though the Blue Poison Ivy won't kill me, it will still make me unconscious. Blood seeped out of my stomach. My face started to turn pale from the pain in my stomach.

Exhaling sharply, I let her go, and she stumbles back as her eyes dart between me, my men, and the door behind her. Rolling my shoulders back, I walk around my desk and sink into my chair. “Take her to the wine cellar, it seems poison Ivy here is a sucker for pain.” I give the order as I pick up my tumbler glass filled two fingers high of whiskey, the amber liquid burns my throat as I toss it back in a single gulp. Lorenzo and Luca both grab Ivy by the upper arm, and they begin to drag her out. Ivy doesn’t put up much of a fight, her hazel eyes bore into mine as she mouths the words, “You fucking arse hole,” as the door slams in her face.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 standard-markdown" Ivy shifted. Her breathing hitched, then her eyes snapped open. She bolted upright, unfocused, staring at the corner of the ceiling as if something only she could see was waiting there. "Ivy? Baby, what is it?" Maya moved to her side, but Ivy didn't seem to see her. "Make them stop," Ivy whispered, her voice trembling. "Mommy, make the scratching stop." Maya froze. "What scratching? There's nothing there." "It's loud! They're screaming but they aren't using their mouths!" Ivy pressed her hands over her ears, her face contorting in pain. "They're right outside!"

"He was describing poison ivy as a young girl dressed in a maid's outfit. According to him, they had a lengthy talk in which she revealed what she had forced him to do" "He claims that poison ivy even gave him the account of what occurred to her in Monte Cristo, when she killed the entire brothel and its king." "He also mentioned that posion ivy was shaking. Her entire body appeared to shiver, and her hands trembled" "He looked so terrified by the mere mention of poison ivy. According to him, poison ivy is a cold-blooded killer whose hands shake, and the only cure is for her to kill someone." The mention of such frightening statement elicited a wave of confused mutterings.

In the prison of the council, Levy was still hanging by the chains. The pain which was inflicted on her skin did not let her breathe while the places which were whipped by the whip laced with poison of ivy made her cough out blood once in a while. Her skin was burning and she knew that she was having a fever because of the poison of ivy touching her skin. For witches and wizards, the poison of ivy was like a bane which could kill them if they even took a sip of it, and touching it was similar to humans holding mercury with their bare hands, only then times worse.

His heart started to beat a little faster but unknown to him it was actually a ploy. Ivy leaned closer to him while she thought of some crazy things in her mind. ‘sorry handsome but I have to do this *sigh* what if I have been genetically mutated by a bunch of evil scientists who want to use me as a bioweapon to destroy continents, what if this is a village of human bioweapons, if that is so I have to be extra careful’. As she leaned closer to him she prepared to strike him in the neck then she felt a sudden drowsiness.

I added a new line: "Attempted poisoning—success." Of course, I hadn’t really been poisoned. That would be too dangerous, even for me. What I drank was a mixture of herbs the healer didn’t know about—ingredients I stole from the apothecary long ago. Enough to mimic the symptoms. Enough to fool anyone. And it worked. Now Ivy looked even worse in the eyes of the pack. Even Kiernan couldn’t protect her forever. Eventually, he’d see her for what she really was. Broken. Weak. Dangerous.

“He met Ivy's mother in the city and fell in love. Ivy's mom didn’t know that he was a wolf. I think that her mother wasn’t fully human either and may have had a wolf. After having Ivy, they decided to elope somewhere but they had a car accident on their way to pick up Ivy. Ivy's grandmother raised her,I don’t remember the last time she saw the old woman. Guess before we moved out. Honestly, I’m not sure any of it is true, though. It’s just what Ivy was told.” “Didn’t you try to explain things to Ivy? Make her understand that she is not crazy.” I asked her, and she rolled her eyes at me. “They shut me out with poison.” She said, “They called us crazy, too. Poison was the key to leaving the h

“To honor her.” My throat bobbed painfully, and I couldn’t find the words to respond. I simply walked forward, sinking onto the stool beside Ivy’s bed. The sight of her body, lying so still, was nearly too much to bear. Her skin, once full of life and warmth, had taken on a strange pallor, starting to decay. Patches of gray and purple spread across her arms and neck, the venom already working its way through her system. Her body was sweaty, the scent of her decay mixing with the faint, lingering smell of pumpkin spice—the scent that had always intoxicated me.

Then it changes to crystalline blue so pure that no human language can name it. The men holding her arms scream before releasing their grip. They stagger backward, clutching their chests, their palms blistered pink and black as if they had thrust them into open flames. One collapses to his knees while another runs into a tree in a frantic attempt to escape his own skin. Ivy rises. But she is no longer quite Ivy.