Novel & Cerita Hannibal Lecter Vs Dexter Morgan

I relaxed my face a little, I wouldn’t want to jump to conclusions and have Derek think we had some beef going on. “Are you sure?” Caleb asked Morgan and Morgan just nodded. “I don’t have a partner, and you also can’t kill me,” Morgan declared, “I have the second half of the moonstone,” he added and the whole crowd gasped, while Caleb’s eyes grew wide, and I also didn’t miss the angry look that crept on Derek’s face immediately Morgan made the announcements, in fact, he looked so pissed at Morgan he could pounce and rip him off right there if no one wasn’t looking.

I refused outright with much feeling. “Hell yes ! You are definitely going. We need to have some club experience and maybe we might find the Dark Overlord’s minions there,” Dexter baited me to a trap which obviously did not worked. “Dexter ?” I called out his name in amusement. He really thinks humans are stupid. Such a self obsessed lycan. Nghh. “Hmm ?” he hummed. “We would have already sensed the presence of the Dark Power if they were in this world so stop fooling me. I am not dumb like you,” I retorted.

Blake holds his gaze, unblinking, unafraid. Hannibal inspects the bloody knife as he brings it to the light then tips it toward Blake’s forehead. “I suppose studying your brain would show me everything I need to know.” Blake grunts, his chains rattling, and closes his eyes as Hannibal slices over his forehead, and I…. Not like this. Blake, the biggest fucking prick I’ve ever met, isn’t going out like this. “Fuck off, you fucking monster,” I snarl, my voice echoing down the hallway where Hannibal pauses and turns to look at me over his shoulder.

This couldn't be Dexter no matter how I look at it. Dexter was always calm, although a bit aggressive but he was collected, his voice deep, and alluring and his eyes would always stare at me as if piercing through my soul. This Dexter on the other hand is calm, his voice is quite deeper and intimidating than Dexter, the type of voice that makes you want to submit yourself and drown in it. It's not my Dexter. "Are you Dexter's wolf?" I calmly ask.

“…what about them.” “They sent someone after my mate.” Silence. Heavy. Immediate. Megan straightened slightly, her gaze snapping fully to Decker now. Morgan didn’t move. Didn’t speak. For a long second, he simply watched. Then, “They’re bold,” he said quietly. Decker’s eyes went cold. “They’re reckless.” “That too.” Morgan uncrossed his legs slowly. “What happened?” Decker stepped further into the room. “Hospital infiltration. Targeted. Controlled.” His voice dropped. “They weren’t trying to kill her.”

I want to be like that too. I looked at Morgan differently. I had not noticed before that he was worried about his difference. So grown up. Reed is right, Morgan feels everything. - What are you speaking about? I turned around, Alex appeared behind me, who was already looking at the black-and-white pictures with enthusiasm. “About which dinosaur is the strongest,” Morgan reported. “Of course, Kirex,” Alex roared, remembering our old nickname, composed of syllables of names, raised my hands and hovered over Morgan.

The assassin faltered—eyes widening. “Answer—or die.” I advanced. He spat blood. “Orders. You. By morning. From the spider.” The spider. No one in my world ever called names aloud. Someone was amping the game. “Orders from whom?” My voice low, sharp. He coughed. “Dexter Webb.” No god in heaven. The name slammed into my chest. Rogue mastermind, exiled leader, twisted mind. Nothing about him was subtle. And now he was playing chess with my life.

The scream got louder when he saw that Sebastian was in the room. He could clearly see how Sebastian was out for his blood. At this point, Dexter pleaded for death rather than having to go through another round of torture. Sebastian smiled when he saw how terrified Dexter got when he saw him. “Hello Dexter,” he greeted as he walked towards him while twirling the dagger. “I see my men have treated you well. How about I give you my own special treatment?” And without warning, he plunged the dagger into dexter’s legs purposely avoiding any important vein. He planned to torture dexter for as long as he could until all his anger was let out….

Two people tearing each other’s worlds apart just because I couldn’t agree on where I belonged? Outside, the scene was a fucking nightmare. The eastern wall was barely holding. Warriors clashed with Whitney’s soldiers, hers were in black, masks covering their faces, trained like they’d prepared for this for years. This wasn’t a desperate rescue. This was an orchestrated attack. And in the middle of it all was Dexter. He was shirtless, his body covered in sweat and blood, his wolf eyes glowing even in his human form. His claws were out, and when he turned, slicing a rogue clean across the chest, his eyes locked with mine.

“And you’re one lucky bastard.” Morgan bit her lip under his appraising gaze, at once discomfited. And shamefully intrigued. Deke looked like something out of a hard-core war film—not at all her type. Neither was Jack, for that matter. But… never mind; she wasn’t going there. “Did you come here for a reason? Or just to torment me?” Jack shot back acidly.