Hannibal Lecter Notable Aliases Novels & Stories

I felt like a spy in a movie, except with more paperwork. In her place, the hospital had agreed to allow a "visiting specialist" to perform the procedure. A specialist named Dr. Miravel, which was close enough to my real name that it felt right but not so close that anyone would make the connection. I had used that name before, in other countries, other hospitals. It was my go to alias for medical work. The hospital thought I was some mysterious expert from overseas. Cassian thought I was the Miracle Doctor. The staff thought I was a visiting colleague who wore a mask for medical reasons. Only I knew the truth.

Just accept it. Anna was brought crashing back from the edge of embarrassing submission by David's callous use of the nickname Hana for her. Hana was a name that only Allen ever used to refer to her. When Aunt Martha had first introduced her to Allen as "my niece Anna Hana," Allen had said that it was a bit of a mouthful and so he would call her "Hana," and he had done so until the day that he died. Hana was the name that Aunt Martha had always called her. It sounded like the worst kind of betrayal to hear it on David's tongue at this point.

Interesting reading? Me: No, I’m frustrated. Hacker: Talk to me. Me: I’m looking for an Alpha named Stellan. The only one I could find is a second son. I don’t have a last name but it’s not like it’s a common name. Yorick insists that he’s not a second son. When I realized that Hacker knew who I was, it seemed silly to pretend Yorick wasn’t my brother. Hacker: Do you think your brother could be mistaken?

They were fixed on the screen like it was a ticking bomb. “You don’t have to look at it tonight,” Rafael said quietly. “I have to,” she whispered. “I need to know.” She tapped the screen. The file opened. First came rows of names, charts, family lines, and test subjects—lines connecting syndicate leaders, corrupted officials, and innocent-looking civilians tied to Lazarus. Rafael’s name was among them. So was Silas. Then came one she didn’t expect. Marcus Delacroix. Code Name: Black Harbinger.

Manslayer 120, 8th in the Twelve Descendants. • Yuan Laurent. Code Name: Kite. Manslayer 115, 9th in the Twelve Descendants. • Lamia Hale. Code Name: Sirius. Manslayer 114, 10th in the Twelve Descendants. • Atticus Hart. Code Name: Rhodes. Manslayer 111, 11th in the Twelve Descendants. • Taquila Sinclair Maven. Code Name: Sin. Manslayer 119, 12th in the Twelve Descendants. • Sage Hunter Fuevo. Code Name: Shun. Member of the legion, Vyel's accomplice. Develops an obsessive love towards Eliora.

She had left him a letter as well. He unfolded it and showed Livia a few lines before speaking softly: “Maybe Emma figured I’ve spent years dealing with people from all walks of life—thieves, spies, mercenaries—so she left me a separate note. She didn’t say much, but… it was enough for me to understand her intent.” He looked up, his eyes heavy with realization. “She mentioned Jim… and a few of his aliases. Names I’ve heard before—only now do I realize they were all him.”

He has a scarf covering the lower part of his face, hiding his appearance from view. The hacker ran his face through biometric data and I watched as the image shifted, running through multiple faces until a clear image of a bald guy was shown with green electronic words displaying ‘matched’ across the image. The hacker pulled up the image of our suspects on the big screen along with his information. Name: Fernadez "Ghost" Navarro Alias(es): Ghost, El Humo, F.N. SSN: 607-45-9823 DOB: April 12, 1991

Kenneth: “He does.” Freya: “Kylee? Gale?” Kenneth: “Mmmhuh.” Freya: “Your parents?” Kenneth: “Of course they do.” “Then what the hell? Why all the secrecy?” Freya reacted. “Of course I am a hacker. I’m a computer engineer, and I have a tech company,” Kenneth explained. “I am known as Specter. You make enemies when you’re a hacker. So each one of us has an alias.” Freya snatched Kenneth’s laptop. He didn’t resist. He simply leaned back and watched her infiltrate his files.

A man in a black trench coat stepped forward as he said my code name. He snubbed out the cigarette at his fingertips. The dim light traced his sharp, chiseled features. Leo. Code name "Falcon." The CIA's most covert handler. His gaze fell on my soaked shirt, already saturated with blood from my back. He frowned, his voice cold as ice. "You were tortured?" I leaned against a cold shipping container, lips curling in a self-deprecating smile. "Consider it my 'divorce papers' served to Enzo. The price was steep, but I'm still alive."

Jozef nodded and dismissed the room. Once everyone left, Havel pulled out the files Jozef had been waiting to see. He spread them across the table. Jozef reached for the first one, which was titled, Krystoff Koba. Each of the others had similar titles: Dasha Koba, Leeza Koba-Hor‡?ek, Adam Hor‡?ek, Saskia Koba, Vasiliy Stanovich, Phantom. Each person who might have had a vested interest in killing Shaun.