Romans & histoires Above Ten Thousand People Light

Scarred. Independent. She looked at Elena. “Mom.” Elena stepped closer. “Anna.” Anna looked at the boy. “He's not the biggest problem anymore.” Subject One groaned. “No.” Jonathan stared at her. “Could you please let us enjoy six consecutive seconds?” Anna almost smiled. Then the First Door displayed a new message. OUTSIDE POPULATION INDEXING Numbers appeared. One million. Ten million. A hundred million. Then beyond anything expected. Charles whispered: “These aren't all experiments.”

There was no way he believed that the Lightning Emperor would lose. “We are here,” the white man reported and drove into an underground parking lot. The parking lot was huge and contained many cars. At just a glance there were over a thousand cars here! “It seems that a lot of people got here early today,” the black man observed. There was still an hour to go before the fight. Usually the parking lot would not be this full. “Well, that is the allure of the Lightning King,” the white man chuckled as he found a spot and parked the car.

I leaned over the stone wall, looking down at Highpine City and the surrounding pack territories five miles below us. Down in the valley, the bright grid of city streetlights, house lamps, and factory towers was glowing in the dark. You could see the long lines of yellow lights marking the highways and the bright clusters of the central district. Suddenly, a strange, low hum vibrated through the stone floor beneath our boots. A flash of blue light erupted from the central power substation in Highpine City. In a single second, a wave of total darkness swept across the entire valley floor.

The usual ceremonial lighting had been amplified tenfold, transforming the territory into a dazzling display of silver and blue. "What's happening?" I asked, my golden eyes widening at the spectacle. "The countdown is about to begin," Sarah, a junior healer, explained excitedly. As if on cue, the massive clock tower at the center of Blood Moon headquarters began to pulse with light. The time displayed showed one minute to midnight. Suddenly, the sky above the territory erupted with fireworks. Silver and blue sparks formed a giant "10" in the night sky. "Nine!" the gathering crowd at the window chanted as the next number appeared.

In no time, the atmosphere became rather lively. As Ferland was navigating the airship, Severin decided to ask several questions about the sacred lake. He did not want to arrive there without knowing what to expect. He gestured respectfully toward Ferland and asked, "Sir, may I ask if you know how many people will be entering the lake at this time?" Ferland placed his left hand on his back while stroking his beard with his right hand. "Not many. Tens of thousands from Southsky, I believe." Wuhlricht and the others were rather taken aback when they heard that. "Tens of thousands?!"

He murmurs, helping me out of the car once the driver pulls up to a large structure. The building was large enough to contain about 500 people, and the outside was decorated with string lights tied up across several poles to give the illusion of a twinkling sky. Bouncers and security men were stationed at every point, exotic cars pulling up at every minute. “Wow, they really go all out for their events huh?” I noted. “Who are all these people?” Last night's event consisted of roughly ten to fifteen people…. This was well over a hundred or so, I could see.

For five years, I had stood by my girlfriend as she worked her way from a tiny street stall to a successful chain of stores. Three times, I waited for her to finally give me a home. The first time, she bought a one-bedroom apartment. I packed my bags, ready to move in, only for her to hand the keys to her childhood friend, who had just gone through a divorce. "He's raising his daughter on his own. It isn't safe for them to live somewhere else," she told me. "Just stay with me in the basement for a few more months." The second time, she bought a two-bedroom apartment. I had already bought new sheets and gotten everything ready. Then, by some twist of fate, her childhood friend's apartmen

I had been an angel who fell from heaven. When I first arrived in the human world, I had no memories and could not tell a red light from a green one. Evelyn Sheridan took me home. She taught me how to dress and how to eat, and she taught me to call her my wife. In our first year of marriage, I handed a guest a glass of dish soap to drink, and she laughed and smoothed it over for me. In the second year, I spent half the night chatting with a goldfish a guest had given us, and her expression stayed dark all evening. By the third year, she no longer smiled at me. She began bringing home a man named Hudson Lowry more often. She said he had a terminal illness and needed my blessing. I agree

The first week after I married into Claire Smith's family, her grandfather looked at me across a table full of relatives and said calmly, "From now on, keep your mouth shut and do as you're told." Claire did not say a word in my defense. She did not even look up at me. Yet when we returned to our room that night, she bought me a brand-new watch that had just been released. For the next three years, her younger brother ordered me around like I was his servant, while her mother repeatedly pointed a finger in my face and accused me of living off her daughter. At the family Christmas dinner every year, I was never given a seat at the head table. At the company's annual dinner, I could not e

"They're coming. More of them than we ever imagined." Kaela's voice was calm, but I could hear the excitement underneath. She was standing at the entrance of Sanctuary, her eyes fixed on the horizon. I moved to stand beside her, my heart swelling with pride. "Who's coming?" I asked. "Everyone," she said. "People from every corner of the world. They've heard about the light. They want to be part of it." I looked out at the horizon and saw them. Dozens of figures, then hundreds, walking toward us. They came from every direction, drawn by the light that now covered the world.