Poison Ivy Suicide Squad Mga Nobela at Kwento

They did not fight with brute force, but with intellect, with quiet patience. Over generations, the Ivyshade pack not only survived but thrived in the shadows. They remained secluded, mysterious, yet their name alone commanded caution. To the outside world, they were a legend: a pack hidden in the mist, from which no lost warrior ever returned. But to those within, Ivyshade was home, a sanctuary where the outcast could find themselves again. The name Ivyshade was inspired by the ivy vines that covered the valley, gentle yet constricting, beautiful yet laced with deadly toxins. A perfect symbol for a pack born from pain, yet capable of turning that pain into strength.

After a long moment, she whispers, “My mom cheated on my dad. She gambled, ran up an impossible debt, and when I was eleven, tried to sellmeto this biker gang to pay it off.” My entire body goes rigid. The thought of another man trying to take her has me raging. What kind of mother could do something like that? “What gang?” I growl. Ivy shakes her head and shrugs. “I never got the full name. Something about skulls, I think.” I sit up as a fresh dose of adrenaline shoots through me. “Tell me your dad killed them.” She shrugs again. “I don’t know. He saved me, though. And I never saw my mom again.”

She doesn’t look up, directing her statement at the scuff on her boot rather than at Athena’s face. Athena puts down the brush and clears her throat. "I think it has something to do with your pack." "That's what everyone says," Ivy replies flatly — not disrespectfully, just weary of the phrase. "But I don’t come from a pack. My parents are human. Just regular, ordinary, Sunday-morning-pancakes humans." Athena ponders that for a moment before saying, "I don’t know much about it, but I'll say this, the power you hold?" She meets Ivy's gaze in the mirror. "It's strong enough to destroy all of us."

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.

Ivy looked around then turned back to me. “Don’t worry, no one can try anything, not when they are here” She assured me. She was right, with Alaric Zurien, Karl and Lance being here, I doubt anybody will come after me. Alaric suddenly leaned forward slightly from the other side. “You are both whispering like you are plotting something,” he said. “We are,” Ivy replied immediately. “Against you.” Alaric raised a brow. “I’m honored.” “We are plotting on killing you” Ivy remarked jokingly.

Then— “The Vipers.” The name sent a chill down my spine. The Vipers were worse than Hennessy. Worse than anyone we’d faced. A shadow syndicate with ties to governments, militaries, and every black-market operation on the planet and Hennessy father runs it. And Liam had just handed them a golden ticket. Noah’s expression turned lethal. “Where?” “Docks. Warehouse 17. But Noah—” Julian hesitated. “This is a suicide mission.” Noah’s eyes met mine, a silent question in them.

A coin - sized tattoo was printed on the skin. A circle of dark thorn patterns. Vivienne threw the blood - stained document cover back onto the seat. “It's the same as on the document.” The assistant stretched his head to look at the tattoo. His Adam's apple bobbed once. “The mark of the death squads of the Presidium...” The assistant turned his head forward. “They're starting a full - scale war.” Alexander casually threw the Desert Eagle into the storage compartment on the side of the door panel. The metal clanged against the plastic.

This molar position had always been left open, and every time they went on a mission, they would put a denture that was filled with highly toxic cyanide into this missing gap. The position of this denture was also slightly higher than the other teeth so that this denture could be crushed by force in the event of an emergency. Once this tooth was crushed, a venom that was sufficient to poison at least ten adult males would be instantly released. The excessive amount of venom would cause them to die quickly within tens of seconds, and they would hardly experience any pain at all! This was also the drug that they used to shut themselves up and commit suicide when a mission failed.

That rascal. Ivy sighed. How could she forget she had more than one enemy, probably many who felt she was standing in their way or had ruined their plans. "Well, recently I ratted out on Jake Black for the crime of pedophilia," she told him, crossing her arms and relaxing on the headboard.

Even though I was hesitating, I just nodded. “Yes! How did you know?” I asked them. “Hmm... We are members of the live suicide team. We are the underlings; the ones that bring those who will take part in suicide,” he replied. “Did you set up the equipment here and leave a letter?” They nodded. “We have been watching this location for a long time to urge people who want to commit suicide to take part in live suicide.” “Hmm... Okay.” I had never seen them before because I just stayed under the bridge for a few hours and I didn’t leave the spot either.