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

Melanie Sanders recovered first, the disdain on her face unmistakable.“Don’t blame me for underestimating you, but it’s best not to trot out cheap parlor tricks here—no need to make a scene you can’t clean up.”“Miss Sanders, are you suggesting I intend to deceive consumers—or the officials and guests present today?”A ripple of whispers broke out. A live efficacy test? That was explosive.“Miss Daisy doesn’t look like she’s joking, but… how could this be possible?”“Hard to say. There are three renowned physicians here and President Emerson—nothing would slip past them.”“I’m starting to think it’s real. Mayor Adams and Commander Hamilton are here too. If they fake anything, they’re digging their own grave.”The murmur from the floor grew. Daisy heard the gist of it, yet her expression didn’t flicker.That calm made people waver. This wasn’t a performance anyone could fake.This was true confidence.“If you’re still uneasy, Miss Sanders, you can join as a product tester.”“Are you s

Cold sweat slicked the backs of Russell Sanders and his companions. This was a blatant, glaring callout.What caliber of people were these? Skyline City’s top leaders—number one and number two—figures from both business and politics. How were they supposed to fight that?Patrick Davidson was stunned as well. He refused to believe that a mere Hill family, a mere Hill Group, could command such favor.And then, in the next moment, it made a terrible kind of sense.Mayor of Adams, Henry Hamilton, and Finn Thompson went down the line, shaking Adrian’s hand, exchanging cordial greetings.Were they all here for Adrian’s sake?Each person nursed a different thought, but none of them could shake the same question: why?Adrian was just a junior employee at Hill Group.Even if he enjoyed a bit of fame as a so-called “miracle doctor,” for all they knew he was a charlatan conjuring tricks.Patrick Davidson was at a loss for words. Even now, watching Adrian, loathing him as he did, he couldn’t help

They hadn’t misheard—confirmation came almost at once.“Yes,” Daisy said without hesitation. “Hill Group’s new line was developed from the Empress’s Rejuvenation Elixir Formula. We simply haven’t had time to introduce it in detail.”Vincent Wallace nodded, clearly pleased, and bestowed the highest praise. “When it comes to beauty and rejuvenation, only something on the level of the Empress’s Rejuvenation Elixir Formula deserves to be called top-tier.”Top-tier.Another shockwave rippled through the room. Words from Vincent Wallace carried weight.William Lane nodded as well. “That’s what I heard—and why I’ve been eager to see it.”Once they had asked their questions about the product, they proceeded to greet Adrian one by one. To the four great families’ astonishment, even they—pillars of Skyline City—were all deference and courtesy before these giants of the medical world, lavishly offering rare gifts with unrestrained generosity.And these eminent figures… were treating Adrian with

Despite Eleanor Davidson’s prim reminder, the reporters weren’t about to pass up a scene that promised conflict. No one spared Daisy a glance. What they wanted was the headline: the four great families joining forces against Hill Group.Russell Sanders didn’t bother to hide the leering mockery in his eyes. He raised his voice at Daisy across the hall. “Daisy, this is what you get for refusing me. You chose that pauper Adrian—what has he ever brought you?”Adrian chuckled, unruffled. “If not me, should she have chosen you—a cripple in a wheelchair who can’t even stand?”Russell’s face went rigid, fury blazing in his eyes. Adrian, unmoved, checked his phone. By his reckoning, the people he’d called should be arriving any minute.Right on cue, as he lowered the phone, their reinforcements appeared.“Thank you all for your patience!”A resonant voice carried through the hall. A refined middle-aged man stepped into view, ignoring the four families entirely as he headed straight for the VIP

“Who said our press conference would be a wash?”Adrian shot the executives a dark look. Most days you couldn’t tell what they actually did—yet at the faintest hint of trouble, they were the first to lose their nerve. In his eyes, they were the Hill Group’s chief saboteurs.“Don’t worry, Miss Daisy. People will show up.”“I trust the ones I invited.”But the executives had no intention of humoring him.“Naive.”Adrian couldn’t be bothered to argue. He just watched the minutes tick by.The turning point he’d hoped for never arrived. They didn’t even see Stuart Thompson or Sullivan Parker. With each passing minute, Daisy’s heart sank a little further.Reporters from all over Skyline City had taken their places, and with five minutes still to go before the start, they were already photographing the empty rows of seats. To hold a launch this deserted was almost a Skyline City spectacle in its own right. If they ran it, it would be traffic gold.Adrian was far calmer than Daisy. He knew th

Daisy flushed scarlet at Adrian’s laughter.“What are you laughing at?”Seeing the faint ire on his fiancée’s face, Adrian sobered at once, all earnestness.“Miss Daisy, you have to do it like me—louder. That’s how it works.”She remained unconvinced.Adrian cupped his hands and called out again at full volume:“We are going to win—”“Miss Daisy is the best—”Daisy hesitated. He urged her again and again.“Go on, try it. You really can.”She drew a deep breath and gave a resolute nod.“I will win!”Her voice still wasn’t loud, but it was far stronger than before.“Keep going!”Grinning, Adrian prodded her on. Daisy raised her hands to her mouth like a makeshift megaphone.“Hill Group will win!”“We will prevail!”“I can do this!”Each shout rang louder than the last. Adrian smiled, satisfied.“Well? Still feel stifled?”Daisy shook her head, delighted. The weight in her chest had lifted clean away. Her cheeks were flushed from excitement, and Adrian immediately reached out to pinch on