Reborn As The Enemy Prince Wiki Novels & Stories

"Eliminate the boy. Secure the stasis unit. If it survives, the power is ours." Nikos didn't move. He stood in the center of the room, the violet light radiating from him like a halo. He looked at Aris, then at the rappelling soldiers, his expression shifting into a terrifying, hollow smile. "The king," Nikos whispered, his voice resonating through the entire vault, "has returned." As the first soldier hit the floor and leveled his weapon, the stasis pod hissed. The glass shattered outward in a million glistening fragments, and a hand—long, pale, and powerful—reached out from the smoke to catch the descending barrel.

He had the most beautiful sea green eyes I'd ever seen…but that's not why I'm here. Ahem. “ And I don't believe you're my date. So, why're you here?” He asked calmly. This time, the coldness was gone. ~~~Pierce’’s POV ~~~ It's her. The girl my vehicle collided with after speaking to her harshly at the exhibition in my past life. Was she reborn too? She seems…different. Her poise and mannerisms have changed too. “ I'm Kara Jones, Serena Jones stepsister and the adopted elder daughter of the Jones family.” she said after I looked up from my tab.

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.

"Not a rogue. I came from the White Walkers, a weak pack up north, near the humans. Never knew my parents. Wandered since I could walk." I pictured a small boy, gnawing stale bread in the cold, and guilt stabbed me. Too personal. I scrambled to pivot. "But now you're big. Lucas' rival in the Kingdom." His smirk returned, sharp and wicked. "Yeah. Even kidnapped his wife. Got the video to prove it." "Don't say that!" I laughed, swatting his shoulder. He softened, melting into my grin. I turned away, firm. "I rejected Lucas. He won't accept it, but I'm done with him."

Just fury and blood and the sound of bodies hitting the floor. My men—what’s left of them—stare with wide, terrified eyes. They’ve never seen me like this. No one has. This isn’t the prince they crowned. This isn’t the polished heir to the throne. This is the creature they locked away. The one born from prophecy. The one meant to destroy everything. And now… he’s free.

You have no power, voice or protection. Jay's new body tensed. Instincts he didn't recognize—biological terror, muscle memory of abuse—flooded him with the urge to run, hide, submit. The trash Omega prince who everyone wanted dead. Jay straightened his spine. Met Sera's eyes with the same look he'd given hostile shareholders. I'm not him anymore. "Go ahead," he said quietly. "Call your guards. Explain why the Crown Prince was found soaking wet with your hands on his head." He touched his throat where her fingers had left marks. "I'm sure General Kael will be fascinated by your story."

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.

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.

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.

"I am Danial. The first prince, Danial Vermillion." The maid behind the princess coughed once she heard Danial's sentence. She, from the beginning to end, had stared at Danial with fervent gazes. As if being enthralled by his appearance, she couldn't close her mouth. The lady's pupils quivered. Her flabbergast looks diminished. Then it was replaced by an expression full of wariness. "You are actually the first prince? But how?" "Ah, this?" Danial gestured his finger around his face. "My curse got broken. You could say that I'm healed and returned to normal."