Hannibal Lecter Vs Dexter Morgan Novels & Stories

Dexter stared at it. “That's been there since we arrived.” Gabriel's hand moved toward his phone. Then the car started. It drove away slowly. Dexter watched until it disappeared. “What do we do now?” Gabriel looked at him. “We find out why Adrian is connected to the Blackwood account.” Dexter looked toward Selena. “No one gets near my son.” Selena nodded. But before anyone could move, Daniel's computer turned on again. One final message appeared on the screen. DEXTER LIM, YOU HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THE WRONG ENEMY.

This made me wonder if Gabby was also part of the red lions. “Is Gabby also a spy of the red lions?” I asked slowly. I wanted to make sure that I was clear with everything. As it stood, I would not be able to see Morgan after today. “Nah!” Morgan replied and smiled. “Gabby is of a different breed. His father was a soldier and he is also one.” “Oh, okay…” I said slowly. “I want to ask you more questions. Would you like to answer?” “Don't you have to go and see Alpha Quinn? I thought you were eager to see him!” Morgan said slowly. He picked up one of the books beside him now.

" Dexter's plan was simple but deadly. When Gaby was distracted and busy laughing smugly after firing her shot, she unwittingly revealed her position. That was enough for Dexter to move, jumping onto the second-floor balcony. His steps were almost silent, hidden behind Gaby's frenzied laughter. He silently took out Gaby's men. Even Charlene's son's hysterical cries couldn't distract Gaby from her main target. That was how Dexter managed to capture Gaby quickly. Hearing this explanation, Gaby was silent for a moment. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes glistened with uncontrollable anger. Suddenly, a dry, low, bitter laugh burst from her mouth. Once satisfied, she stared at Narsha with a lo

Morgan's gaze was fixed on the tablet on his table, a smirk escaped his lips as he picked his phone and dialed a number. After a few rings the line went through, with Xavier's voice speaking. “You really have a lot of guts and it's interesting.” Morgan smiled. “What do you mean?” Xavier's anxious voice. “You can't figure it out? What's happening to your brain lately?” Morgan mocked. Meanwhile, Xavier sat inside his car about to ignite the engine, when Morgan's call came in. He decided to take the call, but Morgan's words were creepy the hell out of him. Beads of sweat were draped on his forehead, as Morgan's teasing yet dangerous voice filled his ear.

“Mr. Lyon, you’ve taken 1000cc. Any more could be dangerous for her.” Dean’s gaze remained fixed on the operating room, his expression cold and unyielding. “No. Hazel has a blood-clotting disorder. Draw extra for her. Now!” As the needle continued to drain her blood, dizziness and chills washed over Morgan until her vision went black and she lost consciousness. When she awoke, she was lying in a hospital bed with an IV drip attached to the back of her hand. Dean was sitting beside her. The first words she heard were not concern but a sharp reprimand. “Morgan, I never thought you’d be so cruel to tamper with Hazel’s car brakes? Do you want her dead?”

Morgan drove while I looked carefully at the address Rohan had given to us. "So! Where do we start from?" .... While driving, Morgan asked me... " Oh! They say we need a few things before we go". I turned my head and looked at his face... "What things, don't tell me that we have to kill people?". He said, having his dramatic moments.... If there was one thing Morgan disliked, it has to be hunting down humans and feeding of their blood, but at least, he doesn't have to be able to smell their blood from a mile away and immediately get triggered by the sight of blood..