How Did The Smile Curse Start Novels & Stories

"What happened to the curse?" "Ah," the old man said, leaning forward, his eyes glinting in the firelight. "The curse was broken, of course. But it wasn’t done by magic alone. It was done through love, through understanding, and through choice. Cassia’s strength, her magic—it wasn’t just in her blood. It was in her heart. And when she chose to forgive, to let go of the past, that was when the magic of her lineage finally released her. She was free."

The curse breaks on the sound. Unfortunately, there is a deadline. My grandmother said ten months from the bond's first activation, the curse becomes permanent. I don't know when activation happens or if it's happened already. I'm writing as soon as I know. I'm sorry that may not be soon enough. I can't reverse it at all, as I threw the necklace after breaking it. My grandmother says the curse has settled and might not be reversible. I'm sorry. I'm also, I'll admit it, afraid. My husband doesn't know any of this, and I'm in a country that I won't name, and I hope you'll understand why I can't be more specific than this letter.

she murmurs, tracing a finger along the edge of my desk as she moves closer. She stops when our legs touch and leans back against the desk. I swirl the last of my drink and look up at her through my lashes. She smiles and slowly drags her smooth leg against mine. I swallow the whiskey and slide the glass away. Enough. I grip her hip, lift her off the desk, and turn her to face it, bending her over in one motion. I push her skirt up—it’s so tight it snags, and I tear the seam without caring. She gasps.

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

“We never harmed anyone. My family kept to themselves. Why would anyone do this to me?” Mrs. Sola’s expression remained grave, carved with the solemn wisdom of someone who had witnessed too many hidden sins. She folded her hands on the table, her long white hair catching the faint light filtering through the slats. “Your parents’ past is the root of this curse,” she said steadily. “While you were still in your mother’s womb, something they did—some grave wrong they committed—pushed a person to invoke powerful forces against you. The curse was never meant for them alone. It was laid upon their unborn child… upon you.”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

“After that, Chairman Smith came to me, asking how he could stop the curse.” “A-And?” Chairwoman pressed, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. The Shaman’s hand gently touched a small baby doll draped in a white cloth nearby. “The General told him that to break the curse, he had to resolve the resentment of the unborn child. The only way was to adopt an orphaned girl and raise her well. Only then would his fortune return.” I felt a chill run through me. My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation.

If they knew, it wouldn’t take them long before they wiped us out. No one knew much about the curse. Or how we got it. Only that it was placed on us about a century ago. My father and grandfather thought there wasn’t any hope. Until it was prophesied that my mate would be the one to break the curse. She was supposed to bring hope and restoration. With her by my side, the pack would be restored to its former glory, and we would be stronger than we ever thought possible. Sadie ruined all that when she drugged me. Not only have I probably lost my mate for good, but I also lost the only hope I had for my pack surviving.

“We’re using human weapons, hiding behind false names—anything to survive. But it’s not enough.” My stomach churned at the thought. Human businesses? Weapons? That wasn’t the Blood Moon pack I grew up in. That was desperation. “So what?” I spat, crossing my arms, trying to steady myself. “You think dragging me back will fix everything? You think I’m some key to all this?” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on mine. “Yes. You’re the only one who shifted that night. The curse started with you.” I recoiled. I was the only one who shifted? “I didn’t cause the curse.”

A scream echoed below. Then another. Lyra’s eyes flew open. The city. Something was happening in the city. She rushed to the arch and looked down. Across Velmora, red fractures of light were spreading through the canals and streets like cracks in glass. The curse was waking. Far below, people were running. Blue fire lanterns burst one after another. Magic surged wild through the Hollow District. Cassian came to stand beside her. His expression turned grim. “The Heart of Veyra is no longer sleeping.”