Reborn As The Enemy Prince Novels & Stories

The prized stag. I throw my head back toward the moon and call him to me. Come to me, my Prince! I hear his pleading howl in return. I hear the hesitation in his call. I think back to the words of the Immaculate Mother. “My child, I am not your enemy. There will be some who wish to deny you. Deny you who you are by birth because you were not born in the right line. The direct line.” The confession haunting me for days. There will be some who wish to deny you.

I stared at the reflection before me, a stranger I once knew. Silver hair. Sea-blue eyes: My true self. Tears blurred my vision and I let them fall, uncaring. The dream wasn’t a dream. I had been reborn. A knock at the door made me stiffen. “Good morning, my Princess,” my mother greeted as she stepped inside, her voice laced with warmth. I choked on a sob and ran into her arms, the weight of my guilt slamming into me like a tidal wave. She had warned me about them. She knew Damon and Selene weren’t to be trusted. I had dismissed her. Moved out to escape her ‘nagging.’ And in the end, they had silenced her forever, poisoned her, just to keep her out of their way.

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

"Who are you, really?" He shrugged, half-smiling. "You're breaking my heart with that tone. I'm Elio. You've probably heard that the current queen isn't my dad's first wife. My mom was, but she died after birthing me. My dad thought I was bad luck, so he banished me. I came back for Horace's wedding, and well, I met you." He didn't finish his words, but I was already stunned by the revelation. I'd heard of the outcast eldest prince in my past life, but I never imagined he'd be tied to me.

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

I let the temperature around me rise rapidly, enough for the darts in my skin and those still being fired to melt, and the poison simply burns away. The containment team’s efficiency is perfect because, within a few minutes, the place was almost completely cleared of innocents. Once again, I leaped toward one of the enemies. His scent is different, and I realize he’s not part of the pack. Those around him are from the same place, but they’re not Rogues. These enemies are from another pack, a pack I can’t identify. Maybe they’re using some spell to disguise their scent.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

Garrett asked him. “My father was Julio Henriques. I was kidnapped from him when I was a baby, together with my mother by Phillip. He killed my mother and raised me as his own. As time went, his own son, Jeremiah, became problematic, but because they wanted him to take over the crown, they needed a scapegoat for all his wrongdoings, which is how I became known as the ruthless Prince. The reputation was pinned on me, while he got to get away with his misdeeds. I killed Phillip, and I intend to do the same to his son when I find him because that’s who your enemy is.”

Not even a bruise. "Oh! Those scales are tougher than I thought. I was pretty sure that I would at least be wounded." Hearing the prince murmur, he focused on the head of the prince and was surprised to see a part of the head of the prince covered by scales. It was then that he remembered important information that most people tended to forget. 'His highness was a hybrid dragon. Ugh!!' This discovery was rewarded by a heavy kick in the stomach. A kick so powerful his Cladding couldn't protect him and he was momentarily suspended in the air, the air completely escaped out of his lungs.

Many of them are fallen by traps, spears, and arrows of unforgiving speed and edge. “Thariem, you were defeated by Basiliskus!” Ayu shouted at him while enduring the arrow on his arm. He was in many days in the great fascination of himself after hearing that a sworn enemy like Prince Thariem is cut off. Yet, the news flustered him. Prince Thariem has returned stronger and of great number than before. He staggered in standing up but the prince stepped his heavy boots on his wounded chest. “And you were fooled,” Prince Thariem said before unleashing his lance to execute justice for all the looted towns and oppressed constituents.