Hannibal Rising Novels & Stories

The one who appeared last was none other than Barnaby Hale, Director of Special Ops, along with his men. Normally, he avoided showing his face. Like a snake, he preferred to stay hidden in the shadows, striking unseen. Nonetheless, with the Driscoll family collapsing and even Maurice dead, he had no choice but to step out. Mia glared at him with hatred. "Barnaby, what do you want?" Barnaby smirked coldly. "What do I want? You bitch, I'm going to drag out your lover and expose everything to the public!"

Alice turns on her back, hatchet in hand as the woman jumps on top of her. They fight with each other, each of them trying to kill with hatchets in hand. Fenrir slips and falls off a tree branch while trying to catch up with them. He lands on his side, his body almost completely covered in snow. Both of the women's attention turn to the sound of Fenrir falling. Alice takes this opportunity to free her arm from the woman's hand and plunges her hatchet into the woman's neck. She falls off Alice after her body immediately goes limp. Fighting for survival, but the woman's injuries are almost immediately fatal.

“We came to warn you. And to help you survive what’s coming next.” Rhydian’s hand tightened around mine. “What comes next?” I said. The figure turned its eyes toward the eastern horizon, where the dark line I’d seen before had widened, risen. And finally, I understood, it wasn’t coming toward us. It was rising. “Everything suppressed for four hundred years is coming back at once,” the figure said. “Memory. Grief. Blood. Power.” Then it looked at me, and for the first time, its voice trembled ever so slightly, a flicker of fear. “But suppression never just went one way. The network didn’t only hide things from people. It hid things in people. And now, those are waking up too.”

He was an artist improving the world as he saw it for the better. His minion came in, grovelling in a very pleasing manner. It entertained him to see this shifter brought down so low. Hannibal knew that his minion had a name, but he didn’t care what it was. He cared even less at the fact that the shifter didn’t want to grovel. But it was fun to watch him struggle with himself. “You had better be here with some good news.” He stood up and went to stand by a cracked and filthy window pain. He couldn’t make out much through the window, nor did he care to see anything. It was always the same, and therefore it was all boring. It was dark, and that’s all he needed to know. “The mines are ready f

Observing Grayson's quiet demeanor, Shane hesitantly inquired, "Mr. Quinn, may I ask where you acquired the information about the Hannibals' search for tombs? "Is it possible you've fallen victim to a scam? The Hannibal family is notorious for peddling false leads to drive up the value of genuine intel, ultimately lining their own pockets." Grayson, shaken from his reverie, responded, "If there are indeed no tombs beneath Mandoria, then it seems I've been deceived."

With his head held high, Alfred retorted, "I know exactly what I'm doing. Let's get one thing straight. I've been fed up with you for ages. For three years, I've been asking for some legitimacy, but you've stubbornly refused, leaving me to be mocked as the gigolo. Who are you trying to fool with your so-called deep love? "You're fond of Nelson, right? Well, today, you're going to watch him get degraded." Alfred seized Jennifer by the hair, his smirk directed at me like a challenge. "Let's get this show on the road." I watched the men charge at me with a cool detachment. Then, suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from outside, and one by one, the attackers crumpled to the ground. Alfred's e

“Lily, do you have any wishes for the new year?” Perhaps my expression stood out too much in the middle of all the celebration. Daniel suddenly called my name. “I want a raise,” I said. My voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard it. The room suddenly fell silent. People slowly turned to look at me. The smile on Daniel’s face disappeared. “What did you say?” He walked down from the stage. He tossed the microphone aside, and it let out a sharp screech. “Say it again.” He stopped in front of me.

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."

A sense of being, for the first time, exactly where he had decided to be, in exactly the way he had decided to be there. His phone rang throughout the day. He answered none of the calls he didn’t recognize. He answered the ones he did. Ana called at noon. “I saw it,” she said. Her voice was full of something he couldn’t quite name — not surprise, because Ana was rarely surprised by things she had been quietly anticipating, but something larger than surprise. Something that had been waiting a long time for a reason to exist, stirring a deep emotional recognition in the audience. “I know,” he said.