Reincarnated As An Imperial Prince Novels & Stories

John was in a brown study, he conflicted upon the every thought that happened to be crossing his internal monologue with painstakingness for a couple of minutes. " Huh? If I accept this, I have to lose my humanity, l'll live my whole life there as a Demon King, but as I man will I forget I swear, no! Never! "And answered, " Yes, I accept the condition, please reincarnate me. " And a grin like a Cheshire Cat gave the impression of being in his face, to find happiness, in his one and only chance. The God, smiled and remarked, " Very well. " And he placed his hand in front of John's face, releasing a scintillating beam of light and, the very next moment, he opened them, he was a little infant i

replied a man wearing a white shirt that looked like him. "Who are you? And where am I? What place is this?" "I? I am you, and you are in the world of reincarnation. There are only the two of us here, and you left your shadow here just in case what you call a memory " " You are me? That's impossible, how can I be two? ” "Geez, I expected this to happen. You are my reincarnation. You are the god of war. " "If that's the case, what is the reason I reincarnated as a prince?"

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

She then leaned towards the headboard of the huge bed, and indifferently stared at the man. The man shook his head after he heard her almost bored tone, as if telling him that his presence is unwanted. So he said in a polite tone contrary to what he sounded earlier, "I'm Sebastian Herrero. One of the Royal Doctors. And you're Hiraya Esperanza. The Princess of Esperanza Kingdom." When he did not receive any response he added, "You went to hunt for a beast. But then you were probably chased by a wild beast so you ran away without thinking where you were going and fell in a river. Hence your situation right now."

At their center, a young man rode a white wolf, clad in golden armor, with silver eyes and a cold expression. Lyssandra paled. "Oh no..." Killian frowned. "Who is that?" Lyssandra whispered, "My son." Silence. Everyone stared. "What?!" Lyssandra nodded weakly. "The Crown Prince of the Crescent Empire. The boy I thought died twenty years ago." The young prince raised his sword, and his voice thundered across the Hollow Realm. "Return the Heir. Or I will take him by force."

The figure leaned lazily against one armrest. Alina froze because she was looking at herself. Not Alina Crosswell. Not the face she currently wore. Her real face. The face from Earth. The face she remembered from before dying. The girl sitting on the throne smiled. "You finally made it." Alina stared. The girl looked younger than expected. Maybe nineteen. Maybe twenty with long black hair, pale skin and golden eyes. The same eyes Alina saw every morning before her death. The resemblance was perfect. The girl crossed one leg over the other. "You're prettier than I expected."

She saw a Young lady fully dressed in a beautiful black outfit, she was extremely beautiful with her pair of glowing purple eyes. "My spirit world?.... But wait a second here. Who are you?". She curiously asked…. Hoping for it not to be another person that would cause something weird to happen to her. "I'm Ember…. The first and true blooded Queen of Witches. And you're right…. You're also my reincarnation". Ember announced to Darcia that remained shocked for a while.

"Chase, this is your last chance to insult me. Once I make my comeback, I'll never let you stand anywhere near me again." In my previous life, I helped Evonne stage such a glorious comeback, yet she still found me disgusting and thought I was an insult to her. It was not just being anywhere near her, she didn't even give me a chance to exist. This time, without me, I would wait and see how she would ever rise again.

, Rose apologized in a sweet voice looking at him shyly, completely different from her arrogant nature. "She could apologize", the man thought as he snickered in his head. Seeing as the man wasn't interested in talking to her she decided to introduce herself." I'm Rose Andino", she said proudly. "Figures", he thought with a hiss. She was the adopted daughter of Nathaniel and Tiffany, who might probably become the heiress of the family. He stared at her in disgust, "just because she was rich doesn't mean she could treat people anyhow", and that was what he hates.