Reborn As The Enemy Prince Novels & Stories

“You should know, Queenie. I am never interested in you marrying Prince Fabian. Among King Eric’s children, Prince Fabian is the weakest. He’s not a dragon controller like his six older brothers. The snakes of Nicundhra have cursed his mother. When she is pregnant with Fabian, King Eric’s wife wants to eat snake meat. Therefore, Prince Fabian was born weak and without the magic of controlling dragons. Although among his brothers he is the most handsome. He has other supernatural powers, but not by controlling Dragons.” Queenie tried to understand everything that her father explained. Argo, Zetoma, and Finiah listened attentively. Then King Darian continued his speech. “My rejection plan is r

“There, no one would ever guess you were a prince.” Her words are meant to soothe, but they sting. Because it’s true—I’m not a prince anymore, not for now. I am merely a cursed child hiding behind another name. I glance at the mirror next to the bed and barely recognize the boy staring back at me. The red is gone, replaced by a deep black that makes my pale skin seem ghostly. My cursed mark, the twisted scar beneath my left eye, looks even darker now. I touch it carefully, wincing. “We’ll need to hide this too.”

“Soon, pretty soon. I will be there.” Closing his eyes as the words shines with the reflected call of the bright full moon outside, it reads. ‘Death Reincarnate.’ A prince, a powerful one with the wit and mana to control both time and flame. He who is the son of the both of them and the very equivalent and reflected image of the original and towards the special one. In the fast forward of time and every day, he comes near and in the perfect time, as he walks to the cold dungeon in the secluded room and where his very world is crumbling from the outside of its very destruction. The inevitable is here as he embraced everything and performed.

I should laugh right now, this is not the time to celebrate, I might ack like a child with lots of arrogant, at last, that who I am, I don't have any regrets, after all, I am king devil I soon become the prince of the enemy nation who approaches me, he was here to collect information, he is a true Snake, I hate that bastard. I can notice the confidence in him, he thinks he can take my throne from me, what a fool

His hair had silver color and his eyes were blue, as clear as the blue sky. Yuuto remembered that before he came to this world, he was brought to a dimension and there, he was briefed by Ultimia about his identity. The memories of his current life started to flow in his mind, he was the first prince of Rozenkrenzt Kingdom, Vincent Tidus De Rozenkrenzt. Even though he was the first prince, he didn't have the tittle crown prince because of his weak body. The crown prince tittle went to his younger brother, Jonathan Lemian De Rozenkrenzt instead. The same man who Kaguya-- no, now she was Audelia, loved in her past life. In other words.. His enemy...

“I didn’t anticipate her being so fast. Or the bastard prince catching her when she ran back.” The words the bastard prince sent a bitter thrill through me. Aegon. The very name made my stomach churn with hate and desire. Once, I might have loved him. But that love had long since curdled into a twisted need for revenge. I would have him and then I’d break him. “She won’t survive the full moon,” he said, almost to himself. NICO'S POV The air was thick with chaos and blood.

He looked like a fairytale prince, like the man I once trusted with my soul. Like he hadn’t ripped it out of my chest. My knees buckled, My father held me upright, whispering something I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my ears. And then everything began to make sense. The Moon Goddess answered me. She heard my prayer, she sent me back to take my revenge. I had just been reborn six years back, to my wedding day with Darren. To the very day I married the man who would kill me and his unborn child. To the moment I made the biggest mistake of my life.

An old but powerful voice pulled me out of the endless darkness. "You're the one, Lily Stenson." I looked around the York family's indoor training grounds. The one who had just spoken was Emily Harrison. It was then that I realized that I had been reborn. I was surrounded by dozens of other elite bodyguards, who were clad in black training uniforms just like mine. They were the cream of the crop of other security companies within the country and were sent to participate in the competition.

They remembered—the Prince was never one to joke. “Your Highness, I am Twari, the right hand of your father, Supreme Atcandis,” Twari introduced himself, hoping the Prince had simply forgotten his face after centuries asleep. Prince Zumir did not respond. He looked instead at the owl, Owwa. Slowly, he stood and stretched. The cracks in his bones were audible. He examined his hands and legs. Everything felt unfamiliar. He had no idea what he was seeing or experiencing. “I don’t know anyone named Twari. I don’t know my name. Why are you calling me ‘Your Highness’?” he asked, looking at Twari.

William barred the soldier's path, urgently saying, "Whatever she once was, she now belongs to His Highness. She is no longer the bandit's daughter you remember. The enemy is upon us, and we cannot afford to turn our blades upon our own." At last, Frederick rose to his feet and stepped forward to face his men. He was a prince and Aurensia's Warbringer. The moment he stood, silence fell. Every man stilled, every murmur died upon the air.