Reborn As The Enemy Prince Wiki Novels & Stories

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.

I yelled for him to come and let me in. “Who the hell is yelling my husband's name?” A lady dressed in a wedding gown walked out with Magnus right behind her. “Magnus, what's going on?” I asked in shock, seeing that he was wearing a suit. “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.”

I hated how much I wanted to keep looking, how much I liked seeing him like this, away from the chaos of our lives. He knew I was awake. Without turning, he spoke, his voice low and smooth. "Right in this room, my mother Eleanor used to tell me stories about great princes—how they’d win wars, conquer villages, and save princesses." He lifted the glass, sipping the wine, still facing the fire. "I wanted to be that prince. I wanted to be good, noble, and save the girl. I never felt like I did… until today." He turned then, his ice-gray eyes finding mine, pinning me where I lay. "I’ve always hated that you were a Reyes. My enemy. But now I can’t."

“She’s dead now. It’s karma, right?” “So, little princess, from now on, stay with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. “I’d rather die than be with you, you disgusting monster!” “Mia, don’t say that. You’re breaking my heart. If Xena wasn’t still useful, I would’ve killed her a long time ago. “But this works out perfectly. You being reborn is like a gift from the universe just for me! “Mia, you have no idea how excited I was when I found out you came back. I really—”

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.

He lifted his gaze saying, "Given everything that has been going on, I think the two counsel men are not the main people behind this. I believe someone is using them and hiding under the radar." "Who do you speak about?" "I'm afraid to say this, my prince. The enemy you had been searching for all these years is alive. Reborn, and has been waiting for the right time to reveal himself. Right now, he is forming a strong alias and is gradually infiltrating the minds of the council." "Whitehead is alive?"

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.”

“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.

Our forehead pressed together as a lone tear slipped from his eye. "Alas..... That didn't happen... But I swear I'm never letting those repeat again... I will never let you go... I wanted to tell you that I know... That you're not the only one but I couldn't... Because there were gaps between both our version... I was waiting till I know it all... That's it princess... I didn't want to break your trust... " I kept quiet for a moment... I need some time to process it all... But one thing didn't set right with me... Why was he reborn? On my birthday, just like me... I died.... Not him, right...?

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.