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

“With Manager Iverson on our side, the finest jade in Mr. Ashford’s collection is bound to belong to the Davidson family!”Patrick Davidson showed not the slightest hint of modesty. Adrian raised an eyebrow and looked at him with amused interest.“And what if the best jade ends up in my hands?” Adrian asked calmly.Patrick Davidson immediately burst into a mocking laugh.“Impossible!”“If you really manage to pick the best one, I’ll call you Grandfather in front of everyone here!”Adrian nodded in satisfaction. Ordinarily, he had little interest in taking advantage of others—but hearing Patrick Davidson call him that was another matter entirely.“Deal,” Adrian said lightly.Patrick Davidson snorted. “And if the Davidson family picks the best one, you’ll kneel down and bow to me three times.”“No problem.”Adrian agreed without hesitation, leaving everyone present somewhat stunned. After all, Manager Iverson’s reputation in the world of stone gambling was unmatched; his success was cer

Lincoln Ashford glanced at Giselle Norris. She understood at once, took out a check worth ten million, and walked over to Max.“Mr. Max, it hasn’t been easy for you to make this trip. Thank you all for traveling so far to treat my husband. This is just a small token of our appreciation.”As she spoke, Giselle Norris handed him the check, but Max refused it emphatically.At this moment, money was the last thing on his mind.Barely able to conceal the excitement on his face, Max politely declined and took a few quick steps toward Adrian.“Mr. Doyle, what I witnessed today has truly opened my eyes. The medical arts of the Novaland Republic are astonishing. May I ask—how can a few needles cure an illness? Would you mind sharing the principles behind it?”Max’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, his earlier arrogance completely gone.He wasn’t the only one. The rest of the Eagleshire medical team also looked at Adrian with eager anticipation.Adrian felt rather helpless. How was he suppo

The confusion in Lincoln Ashford’s eyes gradually gave way to deep gratitude.“Dr. Doyle, I will make sure to thank you properly.”Adrian waved him off. “Save that for later. For now, I only need you to answer one question—where did this bracelet come from?”As Adrian spoke, nearly everyone’s gaze shifted to the bracelet on Lincoln Ashford’s wrist.It looked like nothing more than an ordinary string of prayer beads, yet at that moment it sent a chill through those who looked at it.Lincoln Ashford himself examined it with puzzlement, lifting his wrist and turning it over. No matter how he looked, it seemed unremarkable.“I bought it from a very famous collector,” he said. “He told me it was once used by ancient royalty—an invaluable treasure.”Adrian nodded. “It is indeed a treasure.”“Quite an impressive purchase,” he added coolly. “Spending money on a talisman of death—and wearing it every single day.”Lincoln Ashford let out a startled “What?” clearly not understanding Adrian’s mea

Vincent Wallace had failed to properly treat Lincoln Ashford earlier, and Giselle Norris had never held him in high regard to begin with.Before Giselle Norris could even speak, Max hurriedly stepped forward to claim the credit.“Miss Norris, the miracle drug has already taken effect.”Giselle Norris looked up, a flicker of surprise lighting her eyes.“Really?”Max nodded solemnly. “I can guarantee it—this improvement is absolutely due to the miracle drug.”Adrian couldn’t help but laugh when he heard that.“That so-called miracle drug nearly sent the patient to his grave, and you still dare to say it worked? What—worked at killing him?”Max immediately lost his composure. He had never been spoken to like this.“I am a top medical professor from Eagleshire and the vice president of the International Medical Association! No one has ever dared to question me. And you—you dare to doubt me?”Max had assumed that his status and reputation would force Adrian to back down. Instead, Adrian sh

Giselle Norris’s heart sank. She staggered, barely steadying herself by grabbing the cabinet behind her.Lincoln Ashford looked as though he were on death’s door—how could he possibly be “not ill”?Damon couldn’t take it anymore and snapped back at once.“Does my brother look like a healthy man to you? What nonsense are you talking about?”It was only then that Giselle Norris noticed Adrian and the others standing behind her. Her face darkened instantly.“Didn’t you leave already? Why are you back? Are you here to watch old Ashford make a fool of himself?”Adrian was speechless. This woman was truly insufferable.Afraid Adrian might turn around and leave again, Damon quietly tugged at his sleeve.“Dr. Doyle stayed behind in case the Eagleshire medical team couldn’t cure my brother…”At that moment, Dr. Max let out a mocking laugh.“So you overheard me saying Mr. Ashford isn’t ill, and that’s why you dare to talk so boldly.”He exchanged a knowing look with the doctors in white coats b

The moment Quentin Newman and the others heard this, their faces lit up with undisguised delight.With Vermilion Bird and her guards stepping in, Adrian was bound to suffer a crushing defeat.Under Lord Buddha’s command were twelve elite guardians. Closest to her were the four great protectors—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—each commanding a cadre of highly capable, fiercely loyal retainers.As for the four guardians themselves, their strength was second only to Lord Buddha’s.If Vermilion Bird were to make a move, even if every martial artist in Skyline City banded together, they would still be no match for her.Nora Simpson shook her head lightly. “No need.”“Help me pack. I’ll go there myself.”“What?”Quentin Newman cried out in disbelief, then immediately lowered his head as if he had spoken out of turn. “Lord Buddha, dealing with Adrian hardly requires your personal involvement.”Nora Simpson’s decision caught everyone off guard—even Vermilion Bird