Reincarnated As An Imperial Prince Novelas e Histórias

I looked up at him, my mind swirling with a mix of disbelief and confusion. For so long, I’d questioned Atlas’ sincerity, unable to fully trust him. But now, something shifted inside me, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog of doubt. The memories surged back—a cycle of death and reincarnation, a desperate struggle to survive and overcome the tragedy that bound us together. Soon, I remembered why I could truly trust him. Both Atlas and I died. We got reincarnated and we needed to stay alive and get past of this tragedy now. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry from the heat and exhaustion. Nodding, I reached for his hand, feeling the solid warmth of his grip.

The prince was dead. I lifted my hands. They shook. I remembered the strange fire that had been on my skin. The King wanted a dragon. Maybe I would give him one. My breath came deep and slow. A new feeling rose in my chest. It was not fear. It was not sadness. It was fire. It was anger. Hot, red, dragon anger.

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."

could someone explain this to me and how did I revive and get reincarnated at this Era? Zelia look at the Emperor, "How about you?" "1500 years old."He said nonchalantly making her face even more unexplainable. "You're my great great great great great greatest grandfather?! I see, you're already an old man."She smirked while pointing her forefinger at him making his expressionless face frowned. The Emperor grabbed her waist and push her to the king bed size bed. The Emperor look at Reves and Mae like he is signalling them to leave their room and they receive his signal.

Obviously, the Warlord just wanted him to hand over the complete manual and find an excuse. "Your Majesty, I am not the real Emperor Reincarnation. I'm just his reincarnation!" He replied calmly. "Therefore, my memories from my past life are incomplete. I only have fragments of the great emperor's memories, so I don't know the complete formula..." "If I really want to open the Reincarnation Secret Land, I still need your efforts! I really have no choice!"

At first, he had thought that he was reincarnated in some medieval time, but one look at a beast woman was all he needed to understand that this wasn’t the planet he called home. Now, he was the crown prince and sole heir of the kingdom of Lustburg, the next ruler of humanity, as well as the son of the heroic man who saved the entire world through unequal might and irredeemable sacrifices— Mars Luxuria. He was Sol Dragona Luxuria… The son of the hero king.

My voice trailed off again and I swallowed “What happens then?” Scarlett shifted her weight from one foot to another uncomfortably “Esmeray. He is the prince, the soon to be king. He is strong and brave,” she held my hands “He has survived bullets, silver bullets. The prince is a man with many lives,” “But he’s not immortal, Scarlett,” I snapped “And neither is Vadirr or any of the others out there,”

"You are to be reincarnated in the body of a slave in the world of Eldoria, the world of mythical creatures before its ruins. You will change their fate and prevent its destruction by changing the Prince and preventing him from annihilating his whole kingdom. Before his beast killed everyone to extinction." "Okay. Wait, what? Let me see if I heard you right. You want me to change a whole world's fate by changing their prince? How will I even do that? That is such a huge responsibility! Is there any second choice? That one seems hard and impossible. Hell, I can’t even help myself." It's like they are giving me a chance that I will fail anyway and for what? To crush my hope? I can't see their

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

“Is that what’s causing my hands to be all tingly.” His great-uncle nodded. “So, are we close?” “Are we almost there.” “Yes, a bit more and you will be back. However, know this, you will be back but in a dead body.” Crown Prince gasped. “I’m sorry, this is how the resurrection works.” “So, I will be dead, but alive?” His great-uncle looked at him and asked, “Yes. Are you okay with that?” Crown Prince nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am.”