The Sleeping Beauty Curse Novels & Stories

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

“ But I barely got married! “ Maarifa lets out tears. “Is not fair.” “ I said the gods would punish you. “ Lussandra. “Seriously mom... My husband is dying and the only thing you think about is that.” Lussandra sighed and walked away, going to meet Jamaia who was getting ready to leave. “ What curse would be so strong that it could not be undone?” Jamaia approached Lussandra's ear: “ Your daughter is a sorceress, take care of her and help her, before it's too late!” “Do you think my little one..."

A curse from the moon. Once upon a time, she was the most beautiful in the land. The princess was rude and very cruel, looking down on the town elves. Then one night, the moon goddess decided to put a curse on to her. When she's exposed to the moonlight her appearance would change into a hideous gobli n and so does staying in her room. That's when she leaves the palace at night, she wore a cloak and she's all covered up. "I've seen the lost boy showed the lady the blue fireflies. They seemed to be having fun, your highness."

Maria smiled and turned to leave. Just when she needed someone who would take the fall for her daughter, a savior appeared. Maria had already planned everything as soon as she saw Cara. She knows about the curse because she had ears inside the castle so, Cara had come to be used as a sacrificial bride in place of her daughter. A perfect meeting indeed.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.

Lucifer speaks. "The curse became you. If we were with you together you would slowly lose your energy and sleep, you wouldn't wake if we hadn't given you space. We had just come in when you woke up that day. Now, we are part of you, so the curse is broken, it may shift and change again, but you won't go into a deep slumber if you're around us little lamb." Belial smiles, his hand stroking my body. "Right, but who's little devil child will I be having?" That is what I need to know.

"The healer has knowledge that concerns the two of you." Bloom and Liam exchanged puzzled glances. "What is it?" Liam asked, his curiosity piqued. The healer finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "I hold the knowledge of the curse that was placed upon Luna Bloom, a curse that led to her prolonged slumber." Bloom's eyes widened, and Liam's grip on her hand tightened. "A curse?" he echoed. Madam Elara nodded. "Indeed. This curse was not a mere accident but a deliberate act of dark magic, orchestrated by a powerful and vengeful source. It was designed to keep Bloom in a state of eternal sleep, to separate her from you, Alpha Liam."

Maybe Hazel's magic triggered the curse and this is all a dumb mistake. He turns his head, surveying the area. “You’re in my tomb," he murmurs as that gaze sweeps back to me. I was hoping he didn't know much about the circumstances of the curse that has kept him locked in here. Maybe I could play it off as being an explorer who stumbled onto the tomb, but it's clear he knows how this all works. “Yes, but-“ “So you’re my mate.” He isn't relenting, and neither is that stare. I step back into the pool, as if my proximity might convince him. “You’re not listening-“

My vision darkened, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse. My limbs were bound by iron chains, and a puddle of stagnant, foul-smelling water lay beside me. A blinding light suddenly flashed before me, and I instinctively raised my hands to shield my eyes. A rough hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look into the face of a woman with a twisted, vicious expression.