Reborn As The Enemy Prince Novels & Stories

Like something had drained her from the inside out, leaving behind nothing but a fragile shell of the girl who once laughed too loudly and smiled too brightly. “No…” His breath hitched. “No, no, no—” His fingers brushed her cheek. Cold. Lifeless. Gone. And then he saw it. The words carved into her forehead. Jagged. Ancient. Mocking. “I once again succeeded in taking my revenge on a royal bloodline.” Something inside Kieran broke. The air around him turned violent, suffocating, as if even the world recoiled from what he was becoming. And by dawn… The prince was gone.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

In a foggy state of mind, he planned on killing all the people in the palace who were preventing him from being with the princess. But just as he was about to raise his sword and kill the emperor, the empress, and the prince of the northern kingdom, the princess stood at the side, staring at him with wide eyes. In that moment, he found himself in a dark alley, transformed into his cat form, following a familiar woman on his way to a familiar place. His eyes narrowed as he came to a conclusion—he was reborn again. He did not hesitate after coming into this conclusion and planned on capturing this small country.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

Alesteria, Aimilios, and Aldrich turned their heads at the same time and saw a familiar looking young man, who seems to be in the same age as Nicholae, with flaming red hair and forest green eyes as his smile look like it could capture a thousand maidens. "May I introduce to you, His Highness the third prince." King Julius said as the young man went to him, smiling at them. "Enzo Hydrexion." Alesteria's eyes widened as she sucks up the air, almost gasping as she looked at the person that was just introduced to them. 'You got to be kidding me!' She then knew that fate is playing tricks on her. 'HIM?!'

From hate. He moved like shadow incarnate—tall, broad-shouldered, with hair as dark as pitch and eyes like gold melted in flame. Even under the moonlight, there was something unholy in the way he stood, in the effortless grace that made her stomach twist with something she refused to name. The Thornwyn heir. Prince of her father’s enemies. The son of the man who had killed her brother. “What are you doing here?” Her voice cut through the silence like frost on glass.

It was as if he saw something in her that even she didn’t fully understand. “You have no idea what you're dealing with, Karina,” he said softly, his voice laced with the knowledge of a thousand years. “The Third Prince of Zorana isn’t just a king. He’s the rebirth of an entire world. And you… you are the one who will make it all possible.”

“I am what happens when oaths rot, and no one cleans up the mess. When power is hoarded and pain is buried. You all made me. Mooncrest. Bloodthorn. Nightveil. Every pack that chose pride over balance.” Its attention settled over me like a shroud. “But you,” it murmured. “Hybrid. Royal. Reborn.” Its shadowed fingers brushed invisible threads, and my mark flared in instant response. “When they first tied my web around you, I thought I’d be satisfied with burning you out. A bright, brief flare. A spectacle.” It leaned closer, hollow face inches from mine, though I couldn’t feel breath. “Then they killed you,” it went on. “And you came back.”

“What do you think it is? Ever since you came into my son's life, he has never known peace or made any progress. You were bad luck to his life and career. Now he has found a career woman who's a manager in a big company. They have gotten married, and she's currently pregnant with his child, so go back to where you came from. There's no place for you here anymore.” Pierce... Pierce... Stab... Those were the emotions I was feeling. It felt like a knife was being driven into my chest, my head, and every part of my body. I could feel myself trembling and losing control. “That's a lie.” “That's a lie!” I stared at Magnus, tears streaming down my face as I shook my head, refusing to believe my mot