Novels by Lily Monroe

Now that Adrian had learned what he needed to know, there was no reason to keep questioning Arthur Barrett.But as though the memories of that day had triggered him all over again, Arthur Barrett began muttering to himself without pause.That was no longer something medicine alone could solve."Director Barrett needs psychological treatment now. You'll have to send him to a professional."Though Adrian addressed the officials present, his eyes were fixed on Ophelia.Ophelia let out a sigh. "I hate it when people speak to me in a commanding tone."Even so, she still instructed several staff members to take Arthur Barrett away for proper psychiatric care.With matters here more or less settled, Adrian took Daisy to the place where Russell Sanders had cornered them that day.By the time their group arrived, Quentin Newman had already sent people to search the area thoroughly."Mr. Doyle, we haven't found anything useful here. It's as if every trace was wiped away."Since he had failed to

"Good. I'll send you an address. Head there shortly."Adrian then gave them a brief account of what had happened to Iris Lloyd before ending the call.The group got into the car, but the route they took was not the one leading to the place where Iris Lloyd had fought those two Taoist priests."Brother Adrian, are we heading to the company?"Octavia did not understand why they were making for the company first, and Adrian answered calmly."Let's go take a look. I have a feeling the Sanders family's target isn't just the Hill family."If the Sanders family were merely settling old scores with the Hill family, then however deep the grudge might have been, such minor friction would never justify this kind of exterminating blow.After all, the Hill family was still one of Skyline City's four great families.But if the matter touched upon the Sanders family's standing in Skyline City, then using such ruthless methods would not be out of character at all."I'm afraid the Sanders family has o

Only when they stepped into the hospital room did they realize there were already several people inside.Adrian knew them as well—Vincent Wallace and the others, all famed physicians in their own right.The moment Vincent Wallace saw Adrian, he hurried over and began reporting on the condition of the two elderly men."Mr. Doyle, the three of us have already examined them. Both gentlemen ended up like this because they were poisoned."William Lane, Lorenzo Watson, and Yè immediately came over as well."Our abilities are limited. We could tell it was poisoning, but we couldn't determine what kind."William Lane spoke with visible guilt, while Lorenzo Watson wore a look of utter defeat."Those people have gone too far."Adrian had not even waited for them to finish before he had already reached old Mr. Hill's bedside.The old man's face was twisted in pain, his complexion dark and bruised with a bluish-black cast. It was obvious the affliction had tormented him cruelly.Adrian reached ou

“How utterly deranged. If you like someone, you pursue her—yet you chose to drug her instead?”Emptiness sighed, closing his eyes as he shook his head.Hopeless. This man was beyond saving.“In such a state, even a monk would find you contemptible.”He exchanged a glance with Adrian, who gave a slight nod.Understanding at once, Emptiness drew a breath, lifted his leg, and kicked Timothy Lane clean off his feet.This time, the force far exceeded even Adrian’s earlier strike.Timothy Lane was sent soaring, his back crashing into the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite.In the next instant, the glass shattered completely. Before he could even process what was happening, the sensation of weightlessness seized him—so overwhelming he couldn’t even scream.Fifty floors.More than enough to end a life.“Amitabha… may mercy prevail…”Adrian glanced at the blood covering Emptiness and couldn’t help but feel a flicker of speechlessness.Of all that blood, not a single drop belonge

The martial artists were infuriated by Emptiness’s attitude, each one cracking their knuckles, eager to teach him a lesson.As for Emptiness—he truly did not take them seriously at all.The presidential suite was well soundproofed. Despite the fierce clash outside—though, in truth, it had been nothing more than Adrian’s one-sided domination—not a single sound reached Timothy Lane.Steam filled the bathroom as he hummed in high spirits, while in the bedroom, Tabitha Grant lay sprawled across the bed.Timothy Lane had a habit of showering beforehand. Tabitha had simply been tossed onto the bed without ceremony.By the time he stepped out, wrapped in nothing but a towel, Tabitha was just beginning to stir.The first thing she saw was him.In an instant, she realized what had happened. She struggled to rise—but her body refused to respond.Even moving a finger felt impossibly difficult.“You drugged the wine?”The moment she looked at him, disgust spilled uncontrollably into her eyes.Thi

As soon as the call connected, Adrian spoke first.“Hello. Adrian speaking.”Clayton Adams, who had been in the middle of a meeting, immediately halted proceedings the moment he heard Adrian’s voice and stepped out of the conference room.“Mr. Doyle—what’s happened?”Over the past few days, overwhelmed with official duties, Clayton Adams had been deliberately kept in the dark by certain parties. He had no idea Skyline City had already undergone a drastic shift.Nor did he know what the Hill family was facing.After Adrian laid out the situation in concise terms, Clayton Adams’s expression grew increasingly grave.“I’m sorry—I truly didn’t expect something like this to happen.”“Mr. Doyle, do what you must. Within the scope of my authority, I will give you my fullest support.”That was all Adrian needed to hear.What he required was precisely this stance—so that when he acted, there would be no restraints holding him back.Clayton Adams added a final warning.“For them to act so brazen

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