The Sleeping Beauty Curse Novels & Stories

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

She thought. "But Snow White and Sleeping Beauty were also innocent and they were both successfully cursed so his is plausible too," she found herself an explanation. Belle blinked at her, not understanding a thing she said. "Continue," Dua urged her. "What's the curse about?" "His Majesty would die..." Belle began again, and Dua cut in. "Every being is bound to die so what's wrong with you all?" Dua joked. "This death is different," Belle said, picking Dua's attention. "It's said that he'll die a very slow and painful death. He's currently sick too so the curse needs to be broken for him to live."

“You will have to if you want your curse lifted. Zarah and Alexander are working hard to find the cure or spell to break it. But she had a theory. Just a theory because nothing had happened like this before.” “What’s the theory?” “It sounds absurd, but maybe a one true love kiss can break the curse.” She put her plate down and laughed— one big belly laugh without the care who could hear her or I might scold her. “I’m not sleeping beauty, alpha.” “Will you stop calling me alpha?” “It just sounds fun because it suits you. You’re a scary big bad wolf who barks orders around here.” I breathed through my nose and emptied the glass. “This is a serious matter, Nirvana.”

“You have dark magic in you.” I chuckled humorlessly and slid my palm down my face. “Yeah? You don’t think I know that? I’ve been cursed for years. I turn into a beast every night, I’m locked in this castle, I can’t touch the sun, and I can’t break the curse unless my mate, who is asleep in my room upstairs, falls in love with me.” Clarice tilted her head, and my anger soared. I couldn’t wait to get her out so that I could beat William’s ass.

I kept muttering. "That was the cursed darkness in his soul." Valerie walked around the round table in the room. "Believe me, the witches and I are doing everything we can to get things in order. With the crescent moon rising and the gifted one from the goddess, the curse will be broken," "What do you mean by the gifted one?" "The curse can only be broken with the help of the gifted one, on the night of the crescent moon rising." Valerie said. "Then we need to find that gifted one."

"It's not something I really want to think about." Christopher turned the box over in his hand. "Well, it's something you should," he stated. "I'm not sure how much Sawyer has told you, but as a part of the curse, it's said that if he can't find his mate and the bond fails, Sawyer and the girl who is with him on that night will burn to death under the red moon."

Listening, wondering, yet more like drawn deeper than you could ever imagine, it continues. “Holding the color and perfection of the purest of the pure white silk, she loves to dance and sways the raffles and intricate design of her ball gown. In the palace where she is kept and well protected, one jealous eye change everything. A queen disguised as a saint, jealous of the little girl’s beauty and fame. With her wants and greedy heart as all foretold, one blood moon tainted the halls with blood and screams. Where the little perfect girl turns into a corpse with her pure white dress is now fully colored by her bloody scarlet. With her corpse that’s beauty stands no bound, one cruel thing was

she said "You need to take-in as soon as possible. Having the child of the alpha is another achievement." Isabella said. "I overheard something mum." she brought down her voice "What's that." "It is said that when the true mate of the alpha sleeps with him the curse will be broken, how am I going to break the curse if I sleep with him?." She asked "Oh my gosh Mum, I'll get caught and killed when the curse doesn't break." "Calm down my dear, I have a plan cooking up for that, do not worry yourself about anything else. Just concentrate on whatever I tell you to do." Isabella said.

The Witch Guardian began, her voice quivering slightly. “It’s ancient… and dark. The spell that was performed in Daimon’s realm was meant to bind the child to Daimon’s will. But because it was interrupted, the magic turned unstable, creating a self-destructive curse”. “What does that mean?” Mia asked, her brows furrowed. The Witch Guardian closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. When she opened them, her gaze locked onto Evelyn and Alex. “The curse is feeding on the baby’s life force… and Evelyn’s as well. It’s why she’s weakening so quickly. If left untreated, it will… it will consume them both”.