Poison Ivy Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

“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.

"The scratches... the note... it wasn't just a sedative, Ivy." He slumped against the window, his breath coming in shallow, wet rattles. The "Drained Master" was no longer a metaphor. The rival faction—perhaps the Vanes, perhaps the ghost of Prague—hadn't just wanted to slow him down. They had used Ivy’s own hands, her own defensive strikes, to deliver a neurotoxin that was now liquefying his resolve.

“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

She wanted to crawl to Quinn but Elder John and Samuel watched her curiously. “What’s the matter, Ivy, what happened to show me what you’re made of?” Elder John taunted. “Leave her be!” Quinn growled, getting to his feet. The poison was getting to him, but he had to show John he wasn’t weak. “Stay down dog!” John growled kicking him in the face. “The more you fight the poison the longer it takes to kill you. You might as well just lay there and let it work its magic.” Ivy tried getting to her feet, but she was too weak. She was able to get to her knees.

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.

"We’ll increase patrols, keep watch on the borders." Mia, always pragmatic, added, "We should also warn the other packs, let them know something is coming." Zane agreed. "We’ll reach out to our allies. If Ivy thinks she can get away with this, she’s dead wrong." Outside, the night seemed darker than usual, the air thick with the coming storm. Somewhere, not far from them, Ivy, Jeremy, and Ashley were preparing to unleash their weapon, a poison that could wipe out entire packs. The balance of power was shifting, and only time would tell who would come out on top.

“There's one important detail, though…” I leaned back in my seat. “What detail?” “The deaths were on both sides. A lot of dead renegades, as if they were sent there to die.” “Pink Opium,” I muttered. “Guess the version they have is still lethal.” “This might be our chance.” Rowan pulled over a chair and sat down. “They'll eventually become weak. Just how many suicide squads can they have?” A dry smile curved my lips. “You mean, how many hatred-driven desperados are in their army? I still believe there are more than we can handle. For certain, they are bound to lose numbers, but that's now. What if they improve the drug at some point?”

I said nothing. “It’s already in motion,” she continued. “By the time Kade realizes you’re gone, it’ll be too late. Ivy is being picked up as we speak.” She tilted her head, watching my face for a reaction. “She’ll die, too. And your bodies will be found together. Everyone will see exactly what I want them to: that you kidnapped your own daughter and gave her a lethal dose of Luna’s Bane, then took one yourself.” She smiled. “A murder-suicide. Sad, really. A woman that unstable never should have been allowed near a child.” My hands were shaking. I couldn’t tell if it was the poison or the rage.

Naturally, Mya did not pursue the argument any further. Adrian was in deep thought for a while before he got up and said, “Let’s call your squad the Ivy Sisters!” ‘The Ivy Sisters?’ ‘Hmm… It’s nothing special, but at least Ivy’s name is in it.’ Before the rest of the women were able to voice their opinions, Adrian said, “From now on, Ivy’s squad leader and Eira’s second-in-command. Remember, you’re all a part of me now.” “Understood.” Ivy and the others replied in unison, albeit reluctantly.

If Yousef or Jabir decided otherwise, their roommate promise wouldn't be worth much, but it was all they had. As if thinking of him had summoned him, Yousef stepped out onto the patio. Immediately the Shrew Squad began to preen, despite most of them being in yoga pants with no make-up. The e-cigarette was noticeably gone. Yousef scanned them. Ivy had a bad feeling about this and sank down in her seat. Yousef turned toward them and looked at her. Shit. Whatever this was, it wasn't good.