Reborn As The Enemy Prince Novels & Stories

One headline in particular caught her attention: Renowned Actress and Billionaire’s Heir Sparks Engagement Rumors with Rising Star. Her fingers tightened around the training knife in her hand, the blade trembling under the force of her grip. She turned away from the screen, retreating to the solitude of her room. --- In the dimly lit chamber of the compound, The Sovereign observed her from the shadows. He admired her determination, her ability to channel pain into purpose. She was unlike any who had come before her, and he had made his decision. “You have the makings of a leader,” he said one evening, breaking the silence. “This world, chaotic as it is, needs someone with your resolve. Stay.

{ a sinner's redemption } Waking up only to realize that he had become a teen once again after his death, brought him relief and ire. Who would want to experience yet another war? He'd rather spent his time in the countryside somewhere than scheme against those lowly officials in the palace. He was a prince. But he was known for his sin. He wasn't nice. He was evil. But villains were also made from flesh and blood. They bleed, they grieve; they were once a human.

"I am Danial. The first prince, Danial Vermillion." The maid behind the princess coughed once she heard Danial's sentence. She, from the beginning to end, had stared at Danial with fervent gazes. As if being enthralled by his appearance, she couldn't close her mouth. The lady's pupils quivered. Her flabbergast looks diminished. Then it was replaced by an expression full of wariness. "You are actually the first prince? But how?" "Ah, this?" Danial gestured his finger around his face. "My curse got broken. You could say that I'm healed and returned to normal."

Thus, his eyebrows meet in the middle of his nose bridge. "Don't act like a clueless brat! You destroyed our Kingdom! Did you enjoy your welcoming celebration for you to forget that!? You ruined my people's dream! You took everything I possessed, so I am taking yours, Alphonso!" His raspy yet hoarse voice still manages to match Alphonso's tone. "Don't tell me you are--" The Prince's cracky voice couldn't continue, for he got intervene by the enemy's defiant tone. "Yes! It is I, Alphonso! The man you once killed Francisco!" His voice becomes so dominant in the room while he slowly turns back into his human form.

But, before you leave, my name is Prince, but you have given me the name Junior; could you please explain the importance of my new Junior name? You are a really bright young man. The inhabitants of Old World are unfamiliar with Prince, but they are familiar with Junior, so introduce yourself as Lee Roberts Junior. It will show that Lee Roberts's son has returned to usurp his father's power. In that way, Papa, where will I find you once the job is completed? Don't worry, Junior, I'll be there as soon as you hack these two people's heads off. Don't be scared, take heart, because your new lord, Jesus Christ, is at your side even though you can't see him.

Beside her, standing like a storm contained in human skin, was the so-called missing prince. You’d expect a man like him to look similar to the Queen or the King. Same silver hair, perhaps. A glimmer of nobility. But no. He looked… wrong. Hair black as ink. Eyes so pale they looked almost silver. And a scar over his left brow that pulsed faintly with purple mana veins. “I thought the Queen had only two children,” I whispered under my breath. Alaric’s jaw clenched. “She does. Or… she did. The youngest prince vanished ten years ago. Rift attack. Everyone assumed he died.”

He had the most beautiful sea green eyes I'd ever seen…but that's not why I'm here. Ahem. “ And I don't believe you're my date. So, why're you here?” He asked calmly. This time, the coldness was gone. ~~~Pierce’’s POV ~~~ It's her. The girl my vehicle collided with after speaking to her harshly at the exhibition in my past life. Was she reborn too? She seems…different. Her poise and mannerisms have changed too. “ I'm Kara Jones, Serena Jones stepsister and the adopted elder daughter of the Jones family.” she said after I looked up from my tab.

"So, along with those you trust on the Supernatural council, we need to get ahead of this," "Do we know who it is that is leading this rebellion?" Bryson asked. "Before Prince Alistair met his mate, she had a child with a Warlock, a particularly nasty Warlock. He kept her in captivity until the Prince rescued her. The child was a hybrid, and the father believes he is entitled to the throne." "But he doesn't have Royal Blood," Bryson said, and Henriette nodded in agreement. "But he believes that the Prince should still have seen him as his heir."

The man Adrian had always wanted to save. A bitter laugh escaped him. "What kind of cosmic joke is this?" Slowly, he looked back toward the mirror. The face staring back at him belonged to Elian Ashford. The identity he now possessed. The future enemy of Cassian Nyx. The prince history would remember as the man who destroyed him. Of all the people he could have become, the universe had chosen the worst possible one. Fate had a cruel sense of humor: the one person he wanted to protect would one day become his greatest enemy.

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.