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

Harley Emerson chuckled and patted Adrian on the shoulder. “Our Chamber Master always says, ‘If you never enter the world, how can you ever rise above it?’ So most of us in the Dark Chamber like to spend our spare time playing matchmaker whenever there’s nothing else going on.Seeing people walk into marriage is a happy thing in itself.”Adrian was left utterly speechless and simply followed Harley Emerson into the office building.The inside of the building was unexpectedly expansive, a world unto itself. The place was spacious, with quite a few people busy on different floors.They were dressed in ordinary casual clothes, without the slightest trace of anything unusual.It was nothing like the Dark Chamber Adrian had imagined.They took the elevator straight down to Basement Level Three.“The newcomers usually find it a little hard to adjust at first, but you’ll get used to it. The Chamber Master hasn’t arrived yet, so I’ll show you around in the meantime.”The elevator had barely c

Old Mr. Shaw’s words stunned everyone present.His standing was beyond question.In the entire field of traditional medicine across the Republic of Novaland, he was an unshakable institution, a living standard by which all others were measured.No one failed to admire him; no one dared not heed him. And yet now, he was prepared to acknowledge a young man not yet thirty as his master.Could that boy truly possess such extraordinary ability?Rosalind Shaw looked at her grandfather with a complicated expression.Silently, she found herself wondering what sort of background that young man really had.Could all of this truly be nothing more than coincidence?Adrian, meanwhile, had no idea just how much shock his casual act of assistance had caused.At the hospital.The private luxury ward was crowded with people.Harrison Archer lay weakly on the bed with his eyes shut tight, his brow furrowed in pain.“Doctor, what exactly is wrong with my son? Why hasn’t he woken up yet?” Kingsley Archer

“Wrong again. The previous needle went in three-tenths too shallow, and this one’s one-tenth too deep.”Adrian’s voice was not loud, but to Rosalind Shaw it felt like a direct and unforgivable insult. She immediately stopped what she was doing, planted her hands on her hips, and looked ready to give him a proper scolding.“Kid, are you so desperate for attention you’ve lost your mind? She’s old Mr. Shaw’s granddaughter. How could she possibly make two mistakes in a row?”“If anyone’s wrong here, it’s obviously this guy!”Rosalind Shaw gave a satisfied nod as the bystanders rushed to her defense. “Exactly. You’re the one who’s wrong. Apologize to me at once.”Adrian gave her an amused look. “You’re the one making the mistakes. Why should I apologize?”“Rosalind, do as this young gentleman says.”Rosalind complained unhappily, “Grandfather, why do you believe him instead of me? I clearly—”“Do as you’re told.” The kindly old man’s tone, this time, allowed no argument.Rosalind Shaw had

The argument at the door drew out the steward of the clinic, who stepped outside with a frown to see what the commotion was about.The apprentice immediately complained in exasperation, “Sir! This guy was about to jab needles into our acupuncture chart at random! I was just trying to throw him out! If you ask me, he’s gone mad from wanting money!”The steward was an elderly man with a stern face and a pointed goatee. He looked at Adrian with disapproval and said, “Young man, perhaps you’re here for the money, or perhaps you truly wish to contribute something to the art of healing. But this chart is not something you can tamper with as you please. Leave at once.”Adrian let out a soft, mocking laugh and pointed at the chart. “You really are amusing. If this chart is posted here, it means anyone capable may attempt it. I offered to help, and all you’ve done is assume the worst.”“Tch, listen to him putting on airs. If he wants to try, let him try.”“I’ve lived around here for years and

After a moment’s thought, Adrian decided that since they had stepped in to help him, thanking them in person was only proper.“All right. I’ll go with you.”On the way, he called Daisy to let her know he was safe. After hanging up, he asked curiously, “What kind of organization is the Dark Chamber? Why have I never heard of it before?”Zhao Hai explained, “The Dark Chamber is the most secretive organization in the Republic of Novaland. Our reach extends into every corner of the nation, and we deal exclusively with matters ordinary people cannot handle—martial artists, those with special abilities, and the like. All of them fall within our jurisdiction.“Our Master has taken a strong interest in you. If you’re willing, you could join the Dark Chamber. Consider it an extra shield against death.”The fact that they had managed to pull him out of Archer’s hands was proof enough of how formidable the Dark Chamber truly was.Adrian’s curiosity deepened, though he still declined with polite

“Now that he’s in our hands, whether he lives or dies is for us to decide. That boy has plenty of blood on his hands anyway. Even if he dies, no one can fault us for it. By the way—is he dead yet?”Hearing his father’s words, Harrison Archer felt a measure of reassurance and gritted out, “I threw him into the death cell. There’s no way he’s coming out alive.”“Good. If he cannot be used by us, then he must be destroyed before he becomes a threat. Call me again if anything comes up.”After ending the call, Harrison Archer slowly tore Adrian’s file to pieces and tossed it into the trash.For a man destined to die, the file no longer mattered.Less than half an hour later, while handling official business and having already dismissed Adrian from his mind entirely, Harrison Archer received another call from his father.“Go release Adrian.”Harrison Archer asked in astonishment, “Father, didn’t you say that boy had to die? After all this time in the death cell, there may not even be bones