Poison Ivy Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

"Ivy came by last month. Told me she was leaving. She made a complete copy of every high-altitude herbal formula she'd spent two years developing and left it with me." She pulled a leather-bound journal from beneath the counter and opened it. Ivy's neat handwriting filled every page — plant diagrams and dosage notes. "She said she was afraid that after she left, no one in Blackwood would carry on her work. That come autumn and winter, the wounded wouldn't have the medicines they needed." The old she-wolf paused, lifting her eyes to him. "You're her mate? Then you should know — her herbal research papers have been cited by three packs. Last year, the hemostatic powder she developed single-han

"So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?" "Plenty," she said. "As standards of living and productivity in the underworld improve, more ghosts are refusing to reincarnate. The underworld is overcrowded, inflation is rampant, and reincarnation is decided by lottery. The stranded ghosts need something to do, and watching horror games has become their favorite pastime." I prepped her skin with a primer and meticulously hid the splits at the corners of her mouth with wax. Once I applied the foundation, she could almost pass for a completely normal person at first glance.

I don't pay attention, I check my recent chats. Some are from the yearbook group. Others from another group to which I have been integrated, I smiled reading the name of said group. Suicide Squad. It was created by Jonathan. “I’ve told them I love Jonathan.” I comment, smiling, they smile, they know I'm referring to the group. I have the luxury of continuing with your conservation from a few minutes ago in the group, they were talking about the alleged suspects. I reread your ideal Zanni candidates. Gus speculates that Grean was very happy this morning, that Robert smiled ghoulishly (which I denote), and that Peter almost cried.

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.

Ivy was on the floor with a knife close to her hand; blood was gushing out of her wrist which had been slit open. "Ivy" Tarquin gasped. Ivy had just committed suicide.

If those two are mates, and Sadique confirmed that they are, I have no idea how Vivienne is able to resist the bond. Once again, I’m in the van with Jude and Beta Squad. This time we also have Delta Squad, including Lace, Hellfire, and Steel. It’s a bit crowded, but I feel safer going back into the dead zone, knowing we’ve brought every elite fighter we can with us. While Jude and Hijack hook the teams up with body cams, I make sure we have eyes and ears on all of them. Then I connect the two teams so everyone can hear everything. “Nice job, Sphinx,” Hijack says when he gets back to his console.

To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying. "Target acquired," the vibrating behemoth ground out, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and forced compliance. He locked eyes with Baraka. "Patient Zero. We are ordered to incapacitate and extract. Do not resist." "You don't have to do this," Baraka said, stepping forward, placing himself squarely between the Suicide Squad and the fleeing refugees. The violet sparks ignited across his knuckles, casting harsh purple shadows across the damp bricks. "I can disable the collars. I did it for the last squad. Let me break the leash."

Brandon's parents, on the other hand, stopped trying to discipline him altogether and chose to leave him to his own devices. Brandon was starving every time he came by my place during those few days. He had planned to scrounge a meal off Vivian, but he didn't expect that she'd just kick him out on the spot. Having lost everything, Brandon went down an extreme path and stabbed Vivian to death with a knife while she was home alone. Vivian, ironically, had brewed a cup of tea for Brandon that day, and according to the police investigation, that cup of tea was poisoned. I merely smiled when Mom told me all of this, thinking that they had only gotten what they deserved.

“We have evidence—clones, embryos, the command room data. If we leak it to the world, they’ll have nowhere to hide.” Asher exchanged a look with Ivy’s image on the screen. She needed a future—a world where her daughter could live. This was their war now. He replied, voice firm: “Let’s bring down the Syndicate for good.” That night, Ivy slipped from the suite, careful to avoid guards. She felt restless—watched—even here. The corridors were empty except for humming machinery. She paused before a mirrored door. Reflected back was the tired woman she had become—and beneath that reflection, the ghost of what she once was: frightened, manipulated, yet unbowed.

she whispered. Suddenly, the chamber was filled with light. Visions danced around us showing images of Ivy’s mother, Laura, standing at this very pedestal, chanting in the language of the Moonborne. I saw warriors in silver-etched armor, their faces solemn as they pledged their loyalty. And then, fire. The chamber consumed by flames, the warriors falling one by one. Ivy gasped, staggering back. I caught her, steadying her as the visions faded. “They were betrayed,” she said, her voice shaking. “Someone they trusted turned on them.”