Novels by Lily Monroe

Daisy frowned at the news report. “How does a club that big make such a basic mistake? Shoddy construction is everywhere these days. I should organize a full safety inspection at the company when I get the chance.”Emptiness spat out his soup.Daisy turned to him. “What’s wrong, Emptiness? You guys didn’t have anything to do with what happened at Kingdom Club, did you?”Under the table, Iris Lloyd gave Emptiness a hard kick. His expression didn’t change. “Of course not, Daisy. We’re law-abiding citizens. Why would we do something like that?”Emptiness coughed, his face bright red. He couldn’t get a word out.Daisy’s suspicion deepened. “You’re acting strange. You really were involved, weren’t you?”Adrian was still trying to think of an explanation when his phone rang.It was Tabitha Grant. The moment he answered, he heard the tears in her voice.“Adrian, please come! You have to save the children!”Adrian frowned. “What happened? Where are you? I’m on my way.”He hung up, and Daisy i

“Once we’re inside, check their arms. Anyone with the character 肖 tattooed on them dies.”The files old Wallace had sent Adrian were clear: nearly everyone working for Abel Brooks had a tattoo on their arm. That would make things easier.Emptiness and the other two acknowledged the order and headed for the entrance with him.The guards frowned as the four young men approached. “Stop right there! This is a place for people with money, not somewhere any stray off the street can wander into. Get lost!”The four of them reeked of blood and carried themselves like men ready to kill. Their clothes were spattered with it, too. They were clearly here for trouble.Adrian saw the tattoos on the guards’ arms. His eyes narrowed. “Kill them.”“With pleasure!” Emptiness said.Before he could move, a sharp gust swept past him.Iris Lloyd had already sheathed his sword.The guards clutched their throats and fell dead.“Iris Lloyd! It’s bad enough you never say a word. Couldn’t you let Lord Buddha sho

The buzz-cut man’s blood-red blade flashed, its killing intent bearing down on Adrian. Beside him, the ugly man swung a massive fist at Adrian’s head.Their timing was perfect. They had clearly fought together many times.Adrian waited until they were almost upon him. Then he threw a punch.Powerful spiritual energy erupted from his fist and surged toward them with crushing force.A warning flared through both men. They wanted to dodge, but gritted their teeth and pressed on. The buzz-cut man had reached the peak of Mythical Tier, and his partner was at mid-Mythical Tier. Surely the two of them could handle Adrian.Boom!The impact shook the alley. Adrian’s power tore through their attacks and slammed into them.Both men flew backward. By the time they hit the ground, their attacking arms were ruined—twisted out of shape, with bone jutting through the skin and blood dripping onto the pavement. Agony left them drenched in cold sweat.Now they understood. They were no match for Adrian,

“Mr. Grant, that’s a separate matter. You treated so many of my people before, and now you’ve healed my granddaughter. Please accept the money.”Adrian hesitated, then took the black card.The two Petersons watched in envy. Just like that, he’d made 1.2 billion. Money had never looked so damn easy to earn.After chatting with Adrian for a while, James turned to them, his expression darkening. “Why are you still here? Are you waiting for me to hold you responsible? Get out!”They slunk away, but not before shooting Adrian a vicious glare. They wouldn’t forget this.To thank him, James invited Adrian and the others to dinner.At the table, James said, “Mr.Doyle, I hear your fiancée runs a company in the cosmeceutical industry. We can help her enter the European market whenever she’s ready.”Adrian smiled. “You can discuss that with her directly. I’ll give you her number.”Jones nodded.Nearby, Emptiness spoke quietly to the others. “Adrian’s done it again. He just opened up the European

“Uncle, can that kid really cure Princess Serena?” the younger Peterson whispered.“Not a chance,” the elder Peterson scoffed. “Look at her face. It would take a miracle to fix that.”They spoke quietly, and everyone else was focused on Adrian and Serena.After applying the ointment, Adrian took out his silver needles and began inserting them into Serena’s face.James had never seen anything like it. He cried out, “Mr.Doyle, what are you doing? Won’t all those needles hurt her?”What Serena had just endured had left him on edge.“This is acupuncture, a treatment from the Novaland Republic,” Adrian explained. “The needles go into specific points to help her heal. It won’t hurt. You can ask her yourself.”Serena shook her head. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. It doesn’t hurt. My face feels cool, and the stinging is gone. It actually feels nice.”James relaxed a little.“Why does King James trust him so much?” the younger Peterson muttered through clenched teeth. “There’s no way he can fix her fa

Serena’s cries tore at everyone’s hearts, but no one had dared interrupt her treatment.“Who are you?” the elder Peterson demanded. “I’m treating Miss Serena. What do you mean by barging in and telling them to wash off the ointment?”He had never met Adrian. His nephew had—and still resented being outmaneuvered by him.“Adrian, what are you doing here?” the younger Peterson snapped. “My uncle is about to cure Miss Serena! If you think you can steal the credit, forget it!”Adrian ignored them. He hurried to Serena, took the basin of water from Vincent Wallace, and began washing her face.James hesitated. “Sir, you are...?”He could see how respectfully Vincent and the other two doctors treated the young man, so he didn’t try to stop him.“I’m Adrian.”“Mr.Doyle? You’re Mr.Doyle!”James stared at him, surprised that the doctor who had cured more than three hundred patients was so young. Then relief swept over him.“Thank goodness you’re here. Serena kept saying it hurt, but we didn’t un

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