Above Ten Thousand People Light Novels & Stories

Only light. Only waiting.

And a minute later, as the music sounded up and she had a startled glimpse of the hundreds of people packed into the vast ballroom with standing room only at the back, Lara understood what he meant. Every head seemed to turn, a rippling sigh of comment accompanying their passing. Her pallor was banished by color as Christophe swung around impatiently to gravely watch her approach. ‘Like the condemned man,’ she thought furiously looking at him, ‘on the brink of being forced to walk the plank!’

SYLVIA'S POV The night sky was a canvas of flickering lights as I stood there, taking in the beauty of it all. The warm, balmy air of Rio wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, and the sound of music and laughter filled the air. It was a perfect night, a celebration of everything we had worked so hard to achieve. The lighters—thousands of them—filled the sky, their soft glow reflecting the joy and camaraderie that had blossomed within this community.

June picked herself up and came back stronger; It was easier for June but Adonia; it was like walking on eggshells. "Oh, It's from my mom's design that's she is yet to launch. The L.A fashion Flashmob," Adonia replied proudly, and She watched Christabel nod her head in surprise. The L.A Fashion Flashmob was a big event for designers, and her mom had been winning back to back for the past five years.

Chapter 131 The Kane Industries tower gleamed like a diamond against the night sky, every window ablaze with light. Inside the grand ballroom on the fortieth floor, crystal chandeliers cast golden reflections across the sea of New York's elite who had gathered for the gala celebrating the Phoenix Grid launch. Tomorrow, the city's power system would change forever.

Seeing that, a little smile was etched on his lips. "Are you ready to start the broadcast, Sir?" Omega asked. Louis raised his index finger slightly. "Let's give people some moment to witness Kendrick's evilness. How many are they?" Omega focused on his laptop again. "Just 109, Sir. I mean 253. No, 648. Sir, it's already 1000!" "Let me know when it reaches 100,000," Louis said as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He looked so relaxed as if he wanted to rest.

The doors of the Grand Hall opened, revealing my entire family—from both sides—and now Killian’s and Azrael’s as well. Mama continued forward, lifting her arms gracefully. The massive doors leading to the balcony swung open. The sight beyond stole my breath. A vast crowd stretched out before us, seated in a stadium-like arrangement that Aunt Lilly, Zoria, and Trini had created with magic. “That’s… a lot of people,” I whispered. “Eleven thousand, to be exact,” Aunt Lilly replied. “The rest will have to watch it on television.” “Trust me, everyone will be watching,” Isylra added with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’ll make sure of it.”

He vanished into the dark depths of the pylon without a sound. Lydia reached the elevator. The doors were already open. Case was there, his eyes wide as he looked at her black eyes. "Lydia?" Case whispered. "Get us out of here," Lydia said. They reached the van and roared out of the loading bay just as the pylon began to moan. Behind them, the High District didn't fall, but it went dark. A city of ten million people was plunged into a total, freezing blackness. Lydia sat in the back of the van, holding Adrian’s head in her lap. His breathing was shallow, but his heart was beating. The violet glow was gone. He was just a man again.

commands a feminine yet robotic voice. We each make our way to the platform and stand on our name markers and stay as still as possible. There’s nothing but silence until suddenly the ceiling begins to open and the platform begins to rise. Slowly we are lifted into a large arena as bright lights blind our vision, but the sound of a screaming crowd is more than clear to my ears. Tens of thousands of people all around us cheer and holler for the twenty-three assembled killers before them. Would be twenty-five but two of them already got scrubbed out early.

A man's feathery voice called from the crowd and everyone broke out in hushed tones. "Ten million going once, going twice, going thri..." "Twenty million."