The Sleeping Beauty Curse Novels & Stories

“Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.” Her lips moved but I saw was the Moon goddess speaking. “It's time for your awakening.” “And the world is not ready for you.”

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

I was already enjoying myself. The healer flipped several pages rapidly. “There’s more,” he said as he pointed toward another section. “The curse grows strongest during nighttime hours. Body temperature drops significantly while sleeping.” I nodded because that was true. I felt like dying every single night. My veins would freeze from the inside until breathing became painful. The healer continued. “If untreated during those periods, the curse accelerates faster.” “How close does he need to be?” Evie asked, trying to hide her concern. “Initially? Same room.”

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs

“But you should never start a fight. You might get hurt instead of your opponent.” She stood on her feet and cupped her cheek with her small hands. “Don’t worry, my Prince. I will never get hurt by those witches and dragons. I can protect you and this castle.” She proudly bragged. “You can stay here forever with me. And no one will hurt you too.” She added using her voice when playing. In a deep but squeaky tone. “There’s no need for you to do that, young maiden.” Said by the man standing at the threshold.

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.

PART 2 I feel like Sleeping Beauty and not just because we have the same name, but because we were both cursed and our version of death is more or less the same. The only difference is when Sleeping Beauty was kissed by her Prince Charming, her curse was lifted whereas I couldn't even touch my Prince Charming, much less kissing. But that might have to do with the fact I was cursed by a more manipulative and sinister woman and in my case, the love of my existence wasn't even a prince but rather a demon.

I muttered my precious book a sorry. "Emma. Stop teasing her now. That's enough. She is too young to hear any of that," Said the one and only angel remaining there; Auntie Bella. With that everyone went back to working still the two ladies giggled over something that I didn't want to know. Their fantasies were too dangerous to be heard by my innocent heart. Okay okay. Correction: not-so-innocent heart. After all the efforts and trouble. Finally, the apartment was set. Well at least good enough for me to sleep at night. There were still some boxes of my clothes and books.

The King clearly pointed out all perverted men and the Duke felt his heart clench. He knew he stood nowhere in the bargaining. The King made sense. “You will be allowed to pay a visit now and then. Plus, if she miraculously makes it past the curse then she would be the next queen. So choose wisely.” The King condescendingly walked to them and smirked seeing the duke giving it a thought. It was tough but it was for the best. He hates to know that his daughter is being used as bait against the Prince’s curse but it was better than not knowing how she was doing after his demise.