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

He didn’t finish the question, but Jasper Emerson understood.“There’s at least a thirty percent chance we can pull her through. But… I want you to prepare for the worst, because…”He let the sentence trail off. He’d already spoken with the attending. The true odds were under ten percent.But looking at Bianca Irving and Finn Thompson, he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud.At Jasper’s words, Bianca nearly fainted on the spot. Finn caught her tight. “Imogen’s in surgery. You have to hold on—we have to wait for our girl.”“My Imogen… please, Director Emerson, I’m begging you—save her. She’s had such a hard fate…”Finn patted Bianca’s back, trying to soothe her, though his own heart was a storm.“If something really happens to her… it won’t just break us. The grandparents couldn’t bear it either…”Jasper suddenly remembered something and hesitated.“Director Emerson, if there’s something to say, say it.”Finn couldn’t imagine what could be worse than this.“I met Dr. Wallace earlier

Bianca Irving’s arrogance set tempers alight. Adrian was about to speak, but Daisy tugged at his sleeve.“President Irving, here’s our request,” Daisy said evenly. “We’d like your help persuading members of the Chamber to maintain their partnerships with the Hill Group a while longer. Within a month, we guarantee a new product will launch—and it will sweep the market.”“Are you joking?” Bianca replied coolly. “I may be president, but I have no authority to dictate others’ choices.”“Unless you can reverse your reputation now, they’ll naturally continue to cut ties.”Daisy heard it clearly. Bianca had no interest in brokering anything—not even a token effort. With her influence, a word from her would have swayed at least a few.But even when you’re asking for help, the other party has the right to refuse. Daisy let it go.She produced a carefully prepared gift and offered it with a warm smile.“President Irving, I know this puts you in a difficult position. But the Hill Group will turn

Neil Peterson spoke with careful restraint, a hint of deference threading his tone.Adrian patted his shoulder and said softly, “Thanks for making the trip. As for them—leave it. I won’t pursue it further.”With that, he took Serena Hill by the hand and strode off, no longer sparing the others a glance.Neil exhaled. Remembering the J. Ino incident, he took Adrian’s tone to mean the matter was closed.That was already the best possible outcome.Spencer Nolan frowned. “Mr. Peterson, you’re the president of Skyline City’s Dojo Association. Why be so respectful to some nobody?”Neil’s face went cold. “A nobody? A nobody who just flattened both your dojos’ head instructors?”Spencer’s expression faltered.Raymond Mitchell stood silent.Neil’s words were harsh, but after a defeat like that, neither man had the standing to argue.“He is no ‘nobody.’ Not long ago, he saved my father’s life—and helped him break through to mid-Mythical Tier.”“Think I was doing him a favor? I was doing you one

“That’s right—he dies today.”Raymond Mitchell recovered his wits and spoke in a low, iron tone.The two moved as one, wordless and lethal, brewing a killing stroke.They surged forward with a single target in mind.Adrian.Spencer Nolan didn’t hesitate to unveil his signature art: Tiger King Fist.His blows were brutal, the force within them torrential, shattering the bluestone underfoot. Chaos rippled through the crowd outside the auction hall.Everyone now understood what it meant when a Mythical Tier fighter flew into a rage.Raymond held back nothing either; his palms rose and fell in great sweeping arcs.With the two of them going all out, the onlookers scattered for cover, terrified of being caught in the blast.Serena Hill blanched. “Adrian—”But Adrian didn’t dodge as everyone expected. Instead, he stepped straight into the oncoming storm.“Heavenly Astral Palm!”His voice cut like a bell. He pressed both palms forward; a crimson light bloomed in his hands, suffused with a fo

“Me? I’m nobody.”By now, everyone had accepted the truth: Archie Nolan had lost.Disciples from the dojo and bystanders alike found it hard to believe, but the facts were right there in front of them.Archie hissed through his teeth, wracked with pain, and the dojo’s disciples rushed to prop him up.“Mr. Nolan! I’ve already called the dojo—they won’t get away!”“We called too,” a disciple from Mitchell Dojo added. “That punk won’t sprout wings and fly off today.”Serena Hill’s earlier delight drained from her face in an instant.Both head instructors might be coming.“Adrian, go. Now!”Adrian turned and grinned, all teeth.“Two head instructors? So what. Worst case, I take them both. Don’t worry about me—go home.”“No. I’m not leaving you here.”Serena’s face was grave. The disciples had already ringed them in.“No one’s leaving until the head instructors get here!”Adrian brushed them off, found a spot, and sprawled into a seat as if he owned the place.“Beat the juniors, then beat

Adrian’s calm barely wavered, but it terrified Serena Hill.Archie Nolan wouldn’t lay a hand on her, but if Adrian fell here, how could she ever face Daisy? The guilt would follow her for life. Adrian had saved her, and now she might have dragged him to his death.“Have you truly no regard for law or consequence?”Kendall Mitchell gave a derisive laugh. “Save your breath, Miss Serena. He offended Mr. Nolan. Even if the head of your Hill family showed up, it wouldn’t change a thing.”Serena fell silent. Kendall wasn’t wrong. Even her brother couldn’t stop what was coming—he might even haul her to the Nolans to apologize.Adrian noticed her unease and patted her shoulder. “Auntie, don’t be sorry. I told you—they can’t touch me. Stand back, enjoy the show, and keep yourself safe.”“But—”She didn’t finish. Archie cut in coolly, “Miss Hill, step aside. Fists don’t have eyes, and I’d hate for you to get hurt.”At his gesture, the academy’s disciples rushed forward. Adrian pushed Serena beh