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

Adrian swaggered around in those flip-up sunglasses for nearly an hour, and that wasn’t the worst of it—he also had to weigh in on what suited the two ladies best. Escorting women on a shopping spree is not for the faint of heart.He tilted his head back with a silent sigh. While Tabitha Grant and Freya were buried in their choices, inspiration struck. They’d be at it for at least half an hour—plenty of time to sneak a break. With a quick excuse about the restroom, Adrian slipped away to a quiet corner and stretched out on a bench.Freya, a bag in each hand, was deep in debate with Tabitha over which color worked better. Tabitha, hopelessly indecisive, had another bag clutched to her chest—three colors, three temptations.And so they spiraled from two bags to three.“Forget it, we’ll take them all. They’re versatile styles—different colors for different outfits.”“My thoughts exactly.”Tabitha nodded gravely. Take them, all of them. It wasn’t much money anyway—and it would save her th

“So long?”Crane Sage clearly had no patience for waiting that long, but Quentin Newman, ever cautious, stepped in to persuade him.“The Master can handle Adrian with ease, of course—but we can’t rule out that kid having other help,” he said. “They might not be able to hurt the Master, but a swarm of flies is still a nuisance. The people I’ve found are here to swat those flies for him.”Crane Sage considered it and had to admit the logic was sound. He nodded. “Very well. I’ll wait a few more days.”Tessa Dawson’s expression remained unreadable, though a flicker of regret crossed her heart. Adrian would have been a formidable ally—but since he’d refused the chance she offered him, then let him die.Adrian and the others knew nothing of Quentin Newman’s schemes. Three days later, at the Hill family villa—The Hill Group’s R&D had settled into a steady rhythm, and the company was busier than ever. To keep things running smoothly, Freya rarely left Daisy’s side.Tabitha Grant understood t

“Now you see it too—this one must die. If a man like that won’t serve us, he has to be erased.”Quentin Newman nodded, satisfied. With the four of them acting in concert, he felt confident. “Mr. Newman, I still can’t believe a young man could be that formidable,” Drew Morvek muttered.Quentin smiled. He’d once thought the same. “Did you know he dared come alone to meet my Mafia—and single-handedly laid out everyone here, including me and the Five Tigers?”Even now, recalling it sent a chill down his spine and washed away any lingering embarrassment.Tessa Dawson added quietly, “I invited him to the Virexon Chamber of Commerce. I tried every carrot and stick. When it came to blows, he dropped my people with a single move, and even I was no match. A crushing defeat.”The four of them shared the same grave look now—respect, caution, and a wary fear of the unknown.“Even so, our strengths are roughly on par,” Brady Howard said, smoothing the twin ends of his mustache. “No matter how many

From his first shot to now—less than a minute had passed.The spare magazine he’d ejected was still in his hand, not yet stowed in the pack. Damn it, the killer swore inwardly. But a top-tier assassin doesn’t concede.He jammed half the sniper into the bag, let it drop, and in the same heartbeat drew the sidearm from his waist.Bang—Adrian released his grip and slipped aside, the round whispering past. The handgun was a sleek silver piece—sharing the same weakness as the rifle.Sensing the advantage, the assassin fired in quick succession and moved to withdraw. He was one of Maple Country’s finest—supremely confident in both his kills and his exits.Then he saw it: every bullet he’d unleashed hung against an invisible barrier, frozen inches from its mark. His confidence faltered.This one was beyond him.Adrian’s energy surged, sheathing him. The bullets not only failed to touch him—they seemed to bristle, coiled and waiting.“What… what the hell?”Abandoning the sniper without a sec

Adrian’s voice was quiet, but the certainty in it made Clayton Adams go rigid. Not just Adams—everyone fell silent except Adrian.After a long beat, Adams let out a dry chuckle, clearly unconvinced. “So this is the miracle worker I keep hearing about. I knew it—there’s no such thing as bringing the dead back to life.”As he spoke, he cast a cool, sidelong glance at Finn Thompson.A chill ran down Finn’s spine. He didn’t dare offend Adams, nor did he dare offend Adrian; he could only bow his head and hold his tongue.“Medicine is vast and deep. Not everything can be explained by science,” Adrian said evenly.Adams didn’t snap, but his smile vanished. “Seems I came at a bad time.” He turned to go. Finn, startled, hurried after him.“Mayor Adams—please, don’t be upset—”Out in the corridor, Adams stopped and snorted. “This is the miracle doctor you spoke of?”“I—” Finn began, but Adams raised a hand to cut him off.“Go back. I only agreed to meet him because you said he was extraordinary

“Impossible. Absolutely impossible!”Moments ago, Lydia Nolan had been mocking Adrian. Now, in the blink of an eye, he’d become the miracle doctor who’d earned Director Emerson’s esteem. Her pride refused to accept it. She had just felt a head above the rest, only to be flung back to earth.“That really was Director Emerson,” Philip Mason sighed. The job that had seemed within reach? Likely gone now. Worse still, the man he’d scorned—Adrian—was not only a deputy director, but a consultant as well.Lydia bristled, unwilling to yield. She turned on Daisy with a glare. “Daisy, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”Daisy looked genuinely puzzled. What did this have to do with her? “I don’t understand what you mean.”Lydia gave a derisive snort. “Director Emerson is a figure of real stature. He came himself with a contract for Adrian. Don’t tell me you don’t know him.”“And another thing,” she barreled on, self-righteous and indignant, “you knew Director Emerson and Adrian were connecte