Reborn As The Enemy Prince Wiki Novels & Stories

Shit? What are you becoming, Normani? I thought bitterly. A strange man, a man I know nothing about, and yet I gave myself to him as if I had known him for years, as if he were safe. But I am the Princess of Scotland. My name alone makes armies bow their heads. How could I make myself so available to a man? The same gender who had betrayed me? Now, no more letting anyone past my walls just so they can crush me from the inside. I have no time for romance, no space in my heart for weakness. I was here for revenge, and when that was done, I would take my place on the throne.

“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.”

I whispered calmly. “It's just a play,” he answered flatly. “Just a play?” I demanded raising a brow. “It is so much more if you pay attention,” I argued. “What do you mean,” he asked, curious. “This scene. It reminds me of true love. How someone can be so devoted even when there's a disguise.” “Disguise?” He asked again and I noticed him shift uncomfortably. “I mean the prince. It's because of his love for Odette that he was able to see through Odile's disguise,” I explained.

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

Huh… Upon entering the tent and seeing Adam lying in it, Prince Auten's eyes narrowed as he mumbled to himself, "This man appears to be fatally wounded, but he has one of the strongest bodies I've ever come across. I seem to be in good luck, having come across such a suitable body just as I got here." As he spoke, Prince Auten got closer gradually. Adam was in the final stage of his rebirth, and his body was completely red as he slowly came to his senses. He sensed that someone was nearby, and opened his eyes instantly. Oh? At the sight of Prince Auten before him, Adam got a shock instantly as he asked in a feeble voice, "Who are you?" He could clearly see that the person before him was semi

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.

The Leno that she knew? "You…" If others knew what she found out, would they ever believe that the youngest archmage that was mercilessly killed by his own father and brother was now reborn as the son of the most respected Saint Archmage? Even she, herself, could not believe it! Based on the oddity that she felt on Marcus before, coupled by his vague words earlier, Minerva already thought of the possibility of him being reborn. But who would've thought that Marcus was the late Crown Prince Leno?

"Not physically. But mentally. You're somewhere else." "I don't know who I am anymore." The words came out raw. Honest. "For fifteen years, I was Bethany Nott, fighter. Protector. Survivor. Woman who defeated her enemies and built an empire from ashes. But now all the enemies are gone. The empire is built. Emma doesn't need constant protecting. So who am I?" "You're still you. The fighting was just one part."

She stammered desperately. “The fifth day of last month… you sent sweet broth to my chamber… you came later that night…” Her voice trembled. “You stayed with me until morning. That is when this child was conceived.” Ethan’s expression darkened. “On the fifth day of last month I was at the Western military camp outside the capital.” His voice was sharp. “I never returned to the palace.” The implication hit the room instantly. The Crown Prince had been made a fool. And the Crown Princess was carrying another man’s child.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.