My Sister Wants to Marry Me S2

The Mark That Should Not Exist

The night Lio Grandula awakened was supposed to end with silence.

Instead, it ended with the world taking its first breath of fear.

Ash and broken earth covered the front yard. Trees lay split like bones snapped by an unseen hand, and the bodies of wolves—no, werewolves—were scattered as if thrown aside by a god that hadn’t yet learned restraint.

At the center of the destruction, Lio lay unconscious in his sister’s arms.

Elissa’s hands trembled as she held him, her dress stained with dirt and blood that wasn’t entirely his. His face was pale, too calm for someone who had just torn through monsters meant to haunt legends.

“Lio… please wake up,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the mark on his arm burned.

It wasn’t a tattoo. It wasn’t magic as humans understood it. It was a symbol, ancient and alive, etched into his flesh as though it had always been there—waiting.

Nickolas stood frozen a few steps away, his fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms.

That wasn’t my best friend back there, he thought.

That was something else wearing his face.

Samantha and Samuel remained silent. There were no jokes left to tell, no sarcastic remarks strong enough to mask what they had seen.

A boy their age had crushed monsters like insects.

And he hadn’t even known how.

The sky above them twisted unnaturally, clouds spiraling as if drawn toward a single point. A massive shadow passed overhead—slow, deliberate.

Watching.

Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished.

The night returned to normal.

But nothing else did.

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Lio awoke screaming.

His body arched violently as invisible pressure crushed his lungs. His eyes snapped open—not crimson, not human.

Black.

Endless and deep, like a void that swallowed light.

“Elissa…” he gasped.

She nearly collapsed in relief. “I’m here! I’m here—Lio, please, don’t scare me like that!”

He grabbed her wrist.

Not hard.

Desperate.

“They’ve found me.”

The air went cold.

Nickolas stepped forward. “Found you? Who the hell is they?”

Lio opened his mouth to answer—

And the world shattered.

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Far away, beyond distance and time, a massive chamber carved from black stone pulsed with crimson light. Chains thicker than castles rattled as something ancient stirred upon a broken throne.

“So,” the being murmured, amused. “The heir awakens… in that world.”

Figures cloaked in shadow knelt before the throne.

“The mark has appeared,” one said. “On the boy.”

Another hissed, “That mark should not exist anymore. The bloodline was erased.”

A deep, dangerous chuckle echoed through the chamber.

“Erased?”

“No. Hidden.”

The being leaned forward, glowing eyes narrowing.

“Prepare the gate. If the world has noticed him… then it’s only fair we reclaim what is ours.”

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Back in the house, dawn broke weakly through shattered windows.

Lio sat on the bed, staring at his hands.