The Sleeping Beauty Curse Novels & Stories

"You want the crown. You want to sit on the throne and have the world bow to you. Don't lie and call it love. It’s greed, Caroline. And I respect greed. It’s honest." "It's not just greed!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I want you. I want to be the one who finally makes you smile. I want to be the woman who breaks your curse with a kiss." I stared at her for a long moment, then I leaned back and let out a loud, mocking laugh. "A kiss? You’ve been reading too many fairy tales, little girl. My curse wasn't built by a kiss, and it won't be broken by one. Now, stop talking, your voice is starting to annoy me."

“As long as she’s wearing the necklace, I don’t see why not.” I nod slowly, then a pain radiates through my stomach. I clutch my stomach, and my mom pats my back. The pain radiates to my spine then my legs, as I topple over falling off the couch. “What’s happening?” I ask, praying it’s not what official death feels like, though I have to imagine it’s close. “Looks like Hazel found the spell.” The Goddess says cryptically. I glare up at her for more information, but she just smiles.

No one said anything for a while, but Kade continued quietly, “That kind of sickness? Land dying? People dying? Yeah… It reeks of witchcraft.” My mind immediately went to Rain. My voice dropped. “Do you think it's got anything to do with her?” Kade’s eyes met mine in the mirror. “Definitely! I know of a magical sleep curse. But it's rare, and pretty old. A very wicked curse if you ask me.” I tightened my hands into a fist. “If the victim does not wake within eight days…” He paused. “They die.” For one sickening moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Her heart raced at his nearness, his scent of smoke and pine surrounding her. They had fallen into a crypt. Torches burned with black fire, casting eerie shadows on walls carved with ancient markings. In the center lay a stone altar, glowing faintly beneath a suspended heart-shaped crystal pulsing with red light. Lila’s chest tightened. “The Heart of the Curse.” Cole followed her gaze. “So it’s real.” She nodded. “It feeds on pain, betrayal, and blood. As long as it beats, the curse survives.” He approached it cautiously. “Can it be destroyed?”

She never found a single fault to give us away. I watched her slowly pace with the dagger around the room, frustration etched on her forehead like a carved sculpture. She stopped. “I gave him my body, saved his ass a lot of times, but instead—” Her eyes met mine, fury running through those calm, powerful irises. “Instead, he chose you—his cursed little slut.” Cursed. That word was new to my ears. I was weak, slow, and a whore—but cursed was novel to me, especially coming from a witch.

The red moon rose over the academy just after midnight. Ela had been sleeping, or trying to sleep, curled on her side with Nikolai's arm draped across her waist. The baby was restless, kicking and turning, keeping her half-awake even when exhaustion begged her to rest. She had felt the moon's pull for hours, a strange heaviness in her bones that she could not explain. The curse had been dormant for months. The black veins on her arms had faded to faint shadows. She had almost convinced herself that the curse was gone, that her healing power had burned it out, that she was finally free. The red moon reminded her that she was not free. She would never be free. The curse was part of her now, wo

The same blood… Alessio had coughed after every kiss. ⸻ Aurora looked horrified. ⸻ “It started already…” ⸻ “What?” Seraphina whispered weakly. ⸻ Aurora’s hands began shaking. ⸻ “The Fourth Kiss hasn’t happened yet…” A tear rolled down her face. ⸻ ”…but somehow…” She looked toward the underground palace. ⸻ ”…someone has awakened the curse ahead of time.” ⸻ Far beneath the mansion… The mysterious creature slowly stepped out of the darkness.

I turn to leave, not looking forward to running into anyone else. “No. Elina will contact her mother. Noime might have a cure.”I pause at the mention of Elina and frown then keep walking. I don’t want to run into any of her friends. “Might. It’s just a sleeping curse. How hard is it to cure?” A sleeping curse? I pause. As my heart starts pounding a sleeping curse. An alpha with a sleeping curse. Before I can think. I rush out towards them. “Who is it?” I walk out to a man and a woman walking toward me.

Of all things to inherit, I just had to inherit a curse. While I slept, I dreamt of warmth, of a woman with beautiful amber eyes and reddened skin. Since I hit puberty and the curse came alive, I lost the ability to see colours. Even in my dreams, my world was grey, so it was a fascinating dream. The woman was the most fascinating to me but like a wicked prank, every time I reached for her, she slipped through my grasp like smoke.

“The king died, passed the curse to the prince, and a hideous change overtook him. The prince turned into a monster, and the young witch came from above. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew him, and she cried as the change took hold. Mesmerized by her goodness, the dragon felt no pain. She held his hand as they turned into claws.” “She said she was a tester of men, and that the prince did not deserve to walk as one, for he was incapable of love. She cursed him to crawl on his belly and made him a crown of thorns. When he asked why, she told him to not be afraid, for in his suffering, he would find beauty. When the sun rose, the girl flew into the sky and she became the Morning Star.