Novels by Lily Monroe

A tidal blaze unfurled between heaven and earth, and within the flames—“Holy Emperor…”The warriors of the Solar Kingdom froze.This moment—This was the end.Their power swelled, vast and violent.From all directions the distant onlookers—those who had kept their distance—felt their hearts lurch.The Holy Emperor had fallen.The great factions witnessing it didn’t even dare show their faces.“Kill!”“Kill that brat!”The Solar Kingdom’s elites were enraged.At once they broke into furious curses.In an instant, the crowd drowned in wrath.The strong of the Solar Kingdom were terrified.No one hesitated.All of them lunged to kill Dragon-Slayer and Anthony.“You really want to die together?”The next moment—Anthony struck once.A swath of top-tier experts exploded, their bodies smashed to pieces.Squelch!Some heads spun off into the air.Dead.The Holy Emperor had been killed.But they… were powerless.They could not keep fighting. If they did, the entire Solar Kingdom might be gro

Dragon-Slayer grunted, swallowed the pain in his seams, and rose into it, the sword-edge cutting a white arc.Beside them, Thirteen Smith muttered a curse. “Stupid kid.” The Holy Emperor only sneered, eyes full of scorn.Dragon-Slayer didn’t answer, his grip biting down. “Hnh. I’ll carve you up.”He fought with everything, every stroke meant to kill. Anthony watched, his gaze shifting—he seemed to read the intent, and held his tongue.Boom—the air rolled like a tide swallowing the field. The Holy Emperor’s rampage had passed understanding; each strike was huge and ruthless.A heartbeat later, the gale rose again. His offense poured like a rain-screen, fists and palms crossing, killing intent spearing the clouds. He was a hammer overfilled with thunderfire—blow after blow grinding down.Dragon-Slayer braced in a flash—swordlight fierce—meeting edge with edge.Boom! He staggered back several steps, heart pounding, a flicker of disbelief breaking through his eyes. Why? What in hell did h

Dragon-Slayer dropped lightly to the ground; a tap of the heel, dust settled. He raised his eyes to the figure standing high above, gaze cold, voice low but heavy enough to hold the field.Though his chest still heaved, he ground out each word: “I’m not afraid of you.”“Today, I’ll defeat you—and kill you.”“The Solar Kingdom will never be a match for Ardenia.”“Your warriors are garbage.”The Holy Emperor laughed softly, a rasp like a blade dragging over stone. “You’re sure? Sure you’re not afraid? Then today, I’ll cut you to pieces.”Dragon-Slayer stepped in instead of back, a short drive of the foot, his body tipping forward, killing intent sliding free like a naked edge. He lifted his head and met the sword-hard gaze above, unflinching.The cold in his eyes cut sharper than steel. “To me, you’re—nothing.”“Today, you die.”“I will kill you.”“You think that boy can really keep you safe?” His words fell like a war banner rammed into open ground, snapping in the gale. Wind licked hi

“Y-you—why are you this strong…”Anthony’s mouth pulled into a cold curve. “It’s not that I’m strong. It’s that you’re useless.”Before the last syllable faded, he surged upward, a raptor cutting through knives of wind and sleet, and stooped.Boom!Explosions flowered across the sky, force scattering like invisible hammers pounding the void. Killing intent poured down like a tangible blaze.He raised another fist. Before it even landed, the gale at its edge flayed the dust to air.Bang!The Holy Emperor’s chest was punched straight through. Blood burst like a flower. His armor shattered; a hideous hole tore open across his front. He was blasted backward, blood running in a steady ribbon from his lips, his eyes wide with a terror that couldn’t focus—grasping at reality’s edge and finding nothing.The rim of the armor writhed, trying to stitch itself—futile against the gaping wound.He lifted his gaze in disbelief, and for the first time, true fear flooded his eyes—the primal dread of t

He pulled a breath, dragging his sight back from the dark. He looked up into the Ardenian youth’s face—indifferent, eyes like a winter lake, unruffled.“Your strength isn’t bad,” Anthony said, mild, with a flat contempt folded into it. “Unfortunately for you, you’re facing me. Which makes everything you do useless.”He tipped his chin, the cold at his eye’s corner cutting sharper. “So this is the Solar Kingdom’s best? No more than this.”Contempt, complete and entire.“In all martial ways, speed breaks all.” He sheathed in one clean motion, his pace itself a declaration. The Holy Emperor was fast—unquestionably. But he was facing Anthony. That alone sealed his tragedy.In a handful of exchanges, Anthony had hammered the Holy Emperor’s confidence to splinters. He had never imagined the man before him could be this absurdly strong. Terror—there was no other word in the minds of those watching.To Anthony, it was nothing. His gaze stayed cold; his killing will drew tighter.The Holy Empe

The heaving air over the four quarters suddenly sank. A darkened silhouette dragged itself out of the heights of the sky, like a deeper thread of night within the night, easing toward them. It had no sound, no scent; even the grain of its aura felt sanded smooth—more secret than a ghost, like a frost-sheathed dagger settling wordlessly to the throat.A heartbeat later, a figure fell from the heights. He touched down without a sound, yet his presence tore the silence around him. It was a tyranny that needed no words; with just an inch of ground underfoot, hearts clenched.“Holy Emperor!!”“The Holy Emperor is here!”“Lord Holy Emperor, a god forever…”“Lord Holy Emperor, mighty and unyielding!”“We can kill these Ardenians now…”“We must kill them…”The boiling shouts surged like oil set alight, raising the temperature of every throat at once. The Holy Emperor revealed himself—a man in his middle years, features unassuming, but a severity honed to lethal stillness. When his gaze droppe

It was obvious Adrian was playing dumb despite knowing exactly what was going on, yet Harrison Peterson didn’t dare show the slightest disrespect, spinning lies without even a moment’s thought.“I was just out for a walk and happened to pass by!”Adrian merely smiled and said nothing.Harrison Peterson didn’t dare oppose Adrian, yet leaving just like that didn’t feel right either, so he simply stood off to the side.Benson Evans couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Why was Harrison Peterson treating Adrian with such deference? It almost looked like fear.Those nearby naturally noticed as well, and soon began to mock Benson Evans.“Isn’t that the backup Supervisor Evans called in? Why does it feel like he switched sides?”“Huh? Wasn’t he brought here by that young man instead? No way, right?”“Who knows? Look at Supervisor Evans’ face—it’s practically green, hahaha!”Benson Evans clenched his teeth and strode over to Harrison Peterson.“Mr. Peterson, what’s going on?”Harrison Peterson imme

Benson Evans wiped the blood from his face and staggered to his feet.“You dare cross me?”Adrian looked at him as though he were a fool. After being knocked down twice, anyone with a shred of sense wouldn’t ask such a question.But Adrian had no intention of dealing with him just yet. He turned instead to Director Grant and the others from the orphanage.With Adrian’s sudden charge and two decisive blows, nearly all the Pink Heart Association staff had fled.Whether they had stayed to watch or to intervene, it was easier to act now that everyone had gathered.“Take a good look,” Adrian said evenly. “Who else came to the orphanage that day to cause trouble and take the money?”At his words, the orphanage staff began carefully identifying faces. Some of the association’s employees lowered their heads guiltily—only making themselves more conspicuous.Immediately, someone pointed.“Mr. Doyle, that one—I remember clearly. He has a mole on his chin. He even hit me!”Adrian noted the man an

The head of security finally realized that the people from the orphanage were all following Adrian’s lead.Director Grant alone had glanced at him more than once.With that, the captain raised his baton and pointed it straight at Adrian, chin lifted, nostrils flared, convinced of his own intimidation.“I’ll say this one more time—don’t take another step forwa—”Before he could finish, his body was sent flying backward more than ten meters. As he struggled to turn over, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness.“And you think you’re in any position to warn me?”Adrian gave a faint, disdainful smile. The remaining guards snapped to attention, surrounding him. Though they appeared eager, not a single one dared to step forward.Adrian turned to Tabitha Grant and said calmly, “Take them back a few steps. Don’t get caught in this.”Tabitha nodded immediately, pulling Director Grant back. The rest of the orphanage staff retreated as well.“Y-you… don’t

One of the orphanage staff obtained Tabitha Grant’s number from Director Grant and, without hesitation, placed the call.“…Ms. Tabitha Grant… the donation you and Mr. Doyle made has been seized by the Pink Heart Association…”In a private dining room at Heaven & Harmony Private Hospital, all the doctors who had participated in the surgery had gathered together. The most elated among them was undoubtedly Richard Ingram.Fine wine was served round after round. With the operation a success and no lingering concerns, everyone drank freely, faces flushed and spirits high.Whether from the Eagleshire medical team or the Novaland Republic, all were deeply intrigued by the traditional methods Adrian had employed.The one who drank the least was Sandy—her attention remained almost entirely fixed on Adrian.“Mr. Doyle, how did you manage to extract the fragments with your bare hands?”Adrian smiled faintly. “As I mentioned before, traditional medicine is not merely a system of healing—it also i

“So whatever you say becomes the law? Does the law serve only you?”“Don’t listen to his nonsense—make him return the money!”“If you don’t give us an answer today, don’t expect to walk away unscathed!”Seeing that intimidation had failed, Benson Evans’s face darkened instantly.Not only were these people not backing down, they were pressing forward, clearly intent on escalating the situation.If they were allowed to continue causing a scene here, who knew how far things might spiral?Evans had no intention of wasting time arguing. If the problem itself could not be resolved, then the people creating it would have to be dealt with.Since words had no effect, force would.They had already tried reasoning, both soft and hard—it was useless. Then let the guards step in. Once the blows landed and the pain set in, they would learn their lesson.With that thought, Evans shot a look at the head of security.“Go.”The captain immediately understood. Gripping his baton, he stepped forward. The

The head of security placed three consecutive calls, but none went through.Benson Evans had already set his phone to silent. Let alone three calls—even thirty would not reach him.The captain let out a heavy sigh. The situation downstairs was rapidly slipping beyond control.With no other choice, he dialed Evans’s assistant instead.The assistant’s expression turned grave as soon as he picked up. “Understood. I’ll go find Director Evans immediately.”Meanwhile, in his office, Benson Evans reclined comfortably on the sofa, looking thoroughly at ease. Peach Blossom lay sprawled across his lap, scarcely clothed.“You brute… you were so rough just now—you actually hurt me.”Evans grinned, thoroughly pleased with himself. Having taken several doses of enhancement pills, he was brimming with vigor.“I knew you’d enjoy it. Be good—we’ll go again in a bit.”As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling lazily in perfect contentment.Knock, knock, knock.T