Hannibal T V Series Novels & Stories

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.

He shouted at him just so that he could see him jump before scurrying off into the darkened hallway. Hannibal was determined to get his revenge and end the council once and for all. How dare they interfere in his business and then attack him before he had time to remove them properly. It was not fair at all. He picked up an old vase from the empty fireplace mantel and threw it across the wall in frustration. It gave him little satisfaction. He needed a diversion while he waited for the resources were gathered for him. What to do? What to do?

However, he was still sane. In other words, the Red Spider that Hannibal took was not the same as the one that appeared in the north. This thing that he took must be an upgraded version. “Kid, just watch as I gnaw off your head.” Hannibal let out a very harsh and strange laugh at Tyr. Then, he quickly rushed toward Tyr. He used the same overbearing fist and blasted it at Tyr. However, Tyr was much faster than Abel. He easily dodged Hannibal’s attack and went around to the side of his rival and kicked him away.

Rozi did not know who Hannibal was, but Adrian knew him well. After all, it was Adrian who beheaded Hannibal back at Isle 416. Adrian came to a conclusion about Mount Thunder based on what he had learned from Cormac. Hannibal had recorded everything Rozi did, but it all turned to dust.

There was enthusiasm in his eyes, and it was apparent that his interest in Zayn had piqued, as did his hostility. Hannibal was a competitive man and found nothing more delightful than fighting a powerful opponent. Moreover, if he was fighting someone from another country, he could torment them to his heart’s content. It would be perfect! “Is that so? Three years and he’s a perfect-class master fighter. That’s rather interesting.” The corner of Hannibal’s lips curled up ever so slightly, his eyes glistening brilliantly. He had already come to think of Zayn as his prey.