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

When Tabitha saw the wheelchair overturned and Director Grant lying motionless on the ground, her anger flared beyond restraint. She strode forward and struck Peach Blossom across the face once more.Peach Blossom’s makeup was already streaked and ruined; now she shrieked hysterically, her composure in tatters.Director Grant, seeing the chaos spiral further out of control, was frantic with worry. She pushed her wheelchair forward, trying to intervene.“Stop fighting. Please—calm down.”Before she could reach them, one of the entertainment company’s staff kicked the wheelchair aside. It toppled violently, sending her crashing to the floor. For a moment, she did not move.The orphanage staff gasped and rushed to carry her to safety.A surge of fury ignited in Adrian’s chest.He had not imagined they would be so depraved as to assault a sick woman confined to a wheelchair.“You truly have no idea what you’ve invited upon yourselves.”His fists clenched. An unmistakable aura radiated fro

Adrian had already found them distasteful. Staging a charitable visit for show was bad enough—but to carry it to such an extent was nothing short of an insult.Tabitha Grant did not hold back.“As a media company, you arrive with such fanfare, disrupt everyone for hours, and in the end donate two thousand dollars? Aren’t you ashamed to call that generosity?”Peach Blossom cast her a contemptuous glance and let out a cold laugh.“Bringing them gifts is already an act of kindness. If it weren’t for the company’s directive, I wouldn’t have given even that two thousand.”Her words only fanned the flames. Tabitha was so furious she laughed.“If you never intended to donate, why does the banner say two hundred thousand dollars? That’s false advertising—blatant deception.”Peach Blossom looked at her as though she were hopelessly naive.“You’ve clearly never run a company.”“Banners like that are standard practice. Who actually donates that much?”“And who are you, meddling like this? If you

The moment Tabitha Grant stepped back, Peach Blossom grew even more smug.With no other choice, Ms. Montgomery selected another little girl.Peach Blossom turned around and began barking orders at the staff behind her, imperious and sharp.“Get ready. We’re starting immediately.”Even if some of them were privately displeased, no one dared contradict her. They hoisted their equipment and prepared to film.“We’re ready. You can begin.”At the cue, Peach Blossom instantly replaced her irritation with a syrupy smile. Bending down, she waved at the children.“Hi, sweethearts! Big sister brought you gifts and snacks. Come here—let’s play some games together!”Children are exquisitely sensitive; they can tell warmth from disdain in a single glance.After what had just happened, they were even less inclined to go near her.Instead of stepping forward, they shuffled back.The smile froze on Peach Blossom’s face, vanishing into a sheet of cold indifference. She turned sharply toward Director G

Tabitha Grant swallowed the moisture in her eyes and clasped Director Grant’s hand with a gentle smile.“I brought some daily necessities and snacks for the children this time. There’s more in the car—perhaps the staff could help carry them down and hand them out.”Director Grant sighed, gratitude written all over her face.“You’ve already done so much for them. You bring things every few days without fail. The children will always remember your kindness.”Tabitha shook her head. She had never done any of it to be remembered; she simply wanted, from the bottom of her heart, to help these children.“Director, I brought along the doctor who’s been treating me. I’d like him to examine you later. I hope you’ll stay healthy and safe.”Director Grant had noticed Adrian earlier. He was now surrounded by a few children, patiently playing with toys, and had blended in with them in no time.“It means more than you know that you care so much,” the director said softly. “But this illness of mine

“Really? I look good dressed like this?”Adrian’s compliment had clearly delighted Tabitha Grant; she asked again and again for reassurance.He laughed and nodded. “When someone is beautiful, anything she wears suits her.”She accepted his words without the slightest doubt, her mood brightening even further.She drove straight toward the city center, and Adrian finally asked, “Where exactly are we going?”“You’ll see when we get there,” she replied mysteriously.Since he couldn’t guess her intentions, he decided not to waste the effort. He idly scrolled through his phone until the car came to a stop, and the towering commercial complex outside the window came into view.“Today I need you to accompany me somewhere very important,” Tabitha said. “But we can’t arrive empty-handed. Let’s pick up a few things first.”At the mere mention of shopping, Adrian’s expression stiffened.He had not forgotten previous excursions to the mall—exhausting affairs in which he had served as little more t

Only then did Daisy nod in understanding.So she was a formidable businesswoman. That commanding presence suddenly made perfect sense.After all, the marketplace was its own kind of battlefield. Those who thrived in it inevitably carried an uncommon air of authority.Octavia poked her head forward. “Adrian, is your senior sister connected to Lord Buddha?”Adrian paused.“Didn’t you go to see Lord Buddha yesterday?” Octavia continued. “And this morning you brought your senior sister back with you. Doesn’t that mean she’s from Lord Buddha’s side?”Before Adrian could devise a response, Daisy smacked her forehead.Adrian had been taken away by Lord Buddha’s people. Who knew whether there had been conflict?Lord Buddha was not known for her gentleness.“That’s right—you went to see Lord Buddha. How did it go? Did they give you any trouble?”Adrian shook his head with a faint smile.He could hardly tell them that Lord Buddha was his senior sister.That would frighten them—and potentially i