Hannibal Lecter Notable Aliases Novels & Stories

The video call ended. “There’s someone I don’t know and I haven’t met him nor heard his voice. But everyone reported to him, and they seemed, I don’t call it respect, it’s more like they’re frightened of him.” “Him?” Linden asked. Curiosity edged in his voice. “Yes.” Barbie looked terrified as she looked at Linden and Spade. “He only goes by Abraham.” “Abraham? Is it an alias?” Spade asked. “I don’t know.” “Have you met Hanna Loughty?”

I knew that he was probably telling the truth but I refused to believe that I could have fallen for such lies! "Brent Cummings has several aliases such as Dr. Tucker Gillian, Officer Jack Robertson, and Professor Michael Evans and he is roughly in his late 40's." It tore him up inside to tell her this, but he had a feeling that she wanted him to continue telling her until she accepted the truth.

“What exactly are you implying?” “He was the one who helped Lila escape from my custody... She believed she was being taken to a human village. But she was deceived. She was not brought to the humans at all… she was taken to the Deltor’s Pack instead—” “SAY THE NAME OF THE SPY YOU’RE ACCUSING!” Ragnar’s roar cut through the chamber. “He was Lila’s friend... she trusted... He called himself Cairo... That was not his true identity... His real name… is Alpha Morvain.”

Not much was listed but a red dot was visible and Conri clicked on it. My eyes widened on the long lists of Aliases that my mother had. “I believe that your mom is a seasoned criminal,” Conri growled sourly and I nodded at his assumption. Pointing out the nickname Isla that I remembered she sometimes went by on the screen, Conri clicked on it and shook his head. “There is a classified section, see the red file. Only high-ranking Lycans can access it,” he huffed. “So Jax couldn't access it being an Alpha?”

he asked. I studied him. “You look... familiar. That’s it.” He nodded, bracing himself. “My name is Manny Holleran. I lied to your doctor. We’re not brothers. We’re friends. Have been for years. I had to say that to get access to you safely.” He leaned closer. “Your real name is Theron Lockhart. You live in New York. You survived an assassination attempt by jumping out of a plane.” The name slammed into my chest like a wrecking ball.

I stand there, chilled to the bone and miserable, speculating on all the terrible choices that led me here: cold and wet on a foreign beach, an international fugitive hunted by both the authorities and a serial killer. I remember some of the things that had run through my head when Grant hired me a thousand years ago, just this past Monday morning: You would think that telling a girl that Hannibal Lecter is in the mix would scare her away. If I were smarter, it probably would. But I’m not smart like that. Just book/computer code/programming smart. Not ‘avoid the possible homicidal maniac job at all costs’ smart. This might just be the coolest internet security job I’ve ever had.

I should be giving around orders, not receiving them. From what I already know, Cole is the notorious serial killer that the law has been tracking for the longest time. He goes by the alias 'Vanisher' because of his systematic murders where all his victim's were never recovered. It's like they vanished from Earth. And then suddenly, he decided to yield himself to the police. Does that even make any sense? Well, of course, nobody cares. What's important is that some of us got promoted because of his imprisonment. One less criminal to worry about.

Hunters surrounded the forest behind him silently. Waiting. The man smiled slightly when his gaze landed on me. “Well,” he said softly. “You’re even prettier than the rumors.” Gabriel stepped in front of me instantly. Protective fury rolled off him dangerously. The stranger looked amused. “Alpha Gabriel Knight.” Gabriel’s voice turned deadly cold. “Move.” The man ignored him completely. His eyes remained fixed on me. “My name is Lucien Vale.” My breath caught. Vale. My last name. The stranger smiled wider at my reaction.

“I will warn you… what you see in that file may be disturbing. He flipped open the top page. Isabella's heart pounded. The photograph stared up at her. Cold eyes, confident smile. The face she feared the most. Not Vincent Hale. Victor Hayes. Her breathing ceased. Alexander's hands curled into fists. "That bastard." The manager spoke in a low tone. "He used the alias Vincent Hale for three years. Every offshore transaction, every shell company, every forged document… traces back to him." Isabella felt dizzy. “It was always him.” Alexander stood suddenly. “This is enough to clear our name. Enough to expose him.”

“You called me Master Rolo?” “Thank you for coming so promptly. Yes, I thought it might be beneficial if we had more than one mage nearby when we open and read this tome. I will assume you saw the sigils and such within the ritual room. There’s no question that this Hannibal is a necromancer of some sort. I am still confused because he had been identified as a wolf. Who knows maybe he’s a rare half breed that has traits from both species.”