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

“This piece won’t fetch much. If you like it, Mr. Doyle, it’s yours.”The stone in Adrian’s hand did look marred by impurities, nothing that would pass for top-grade by any jeweler’s eye.But Adrian knew better. This was an innate spirit stone.The aura sealed within a single piece could rival half a chest of ordinary spirit jade.Which was precisely why he felt awkward taking advantage of the offer.“It’s all right, Mr. Ashford. Just name your price.”Lincoln Ashford shook his head with earnest resolve.“No, no, Mr. Doyle, you don’t understand. Even with me brokering it, this stone wouldn’t sell for anything worthwhile.”“If I took your money for this, I wouldn’t be able to hold my head up.”Lincoln’s sincerity made it hard to press the matter, and Adrian let the question of payment drop.Still, Lincoln couldn’t fathom why Adrian cared so much about what seemed a plain, flawed stone.“If you truly like this kind of jade, Mr. Doyle, I have a few more. Take them as well.”Adrian’s eyes

Adrian leaned on the railing for a long while, still no closer to understanding why Daisy always feared he would one day leave.He gave up and headed back to the assistants’ office, where Octavia was glued to a mindless soap opera on her computer.She glanced up as he walked in. “What’s with the long face, Brother Adrian?”Maybe girls understood girls better.With that thought, he laid it all out. Octavia perked up at once, abandoning the show entirely.“I know exactly why. You’ve triggered a sense of crisis in Sister Hill.”“A sense of crisis?”He was even more at sea. Why would Daisy feel that?Octavia grinned like a cat that had found cream. “Men—always so literal. Even a near-perfect man like you is a certified blockhead.”Adrian was speechless. He didn’t keep up with online slang, but he knew an insult when he heard one.“Do you have a way to set Daisy’s mind at ease?”Octavia adopted a sage expression—she was, after all, a woman who’d watched dozens of romance dramas. “Now you’r

Stuart Thompson rubbed his hands together, as delighted as Daisy to see Hill Group’s products tearing up the market. “Hill Group’s the undisputed leader in Skyline City now. Have you thought about where we go from here, Miss Daisy?”When it came to connections, no one in the room rivaled Bianca Irving.As president of the Skyline Chamber of Commerce, her network had only grown broader—and since becoming a distributor for Hill Group’s new releases, business friends from other provinces had been reaching out nonstop.Adrian had once saved her daughter’s life; Bianca kept that debt close to her heart. If there was a way to help Hill Group soar, she would back it a thousandfold.Even if Stuart hadn’t asked, Bianca would have. “Have you considered expanding beyond the province, Miss Daisy?”“Exactly,” Sullivan Parker chimed in after signing. “Our products are flying off the shelves. If we open up out-of-province markets, the upside will be enormous.”Watching the three of them more eager t

Hearing the voice from inside, the assistant eased the door open.Quentin Richards turned, immediately spotting the file in the assistant’s hands.The assistant presented it with both hands and remained in a respectful bow.Quentin flipped through the pages—and his brow creased at once. “This is all?”Seeing his displeasure, the assistant bent even lower.He knew too well the cost of Quentin’s anger. “It isn’t for lack of effort. We tapped every channel available, but there’s only this much on Adrian.”He hesitated, then voiced what he’d been thinking. “From what we can tell, Adrian before graduation and Adrian now are two different people.”“If this isn’t deliberate concealment, the discrepancy makes no sense.”From the data they’d gathered, Adrian had to have powerful backing—otherwise he wouldn’t be moving with such ease across so many spheres.All the more if Lord Buddha had taken an interest.Or perhaps Adrian was far deeper than he appeared—so deep that even their network came u

Daisy dabbed ointment on Adrian’s wounds, her gaze sweeping his face with grave intensity.Under the scrutiny, Adrian finally let out a sheepish chuckle. “I’m really fine...”But Daisy wasn’t interested in placations. “What happened? Who were you fighting?”He was about to toss out some harmless excuse when Daisy cut him off. “Not this time. No deflecting. I want the truth, from start to finish.”Adrian pressed his lips together. It wasn’t that he couldn’t tell them—he was weighing whether to share everything with the three of them.But Daisy’s eyes were unwavering. He sighed. Clearly, he wouldn’t be talking his way out of it tonight.“Give me a moment to put things in order. I’m not even sure where to begin.”Daisy and Freya nodded, patient and unpressing.They were telling him, in no uncertain terms, to take his time—and to tell the whole story.Especially Daisy, whose gaze felt like a ruler held to every word.Adrian began slowly, starting with how he had saved Commander Hamilton.

Daisy knew guesswork would get her nowhere. Flustered, she fumbled for her phone and called Adrian.She tried several times. Every call failed to connect.Her anxiety spiked. With Adrian out of touch, she grew ever more certain that the tremor earlier had everything to do with him.Silvermist Peak—once towering and majestic—had been reduced to a ruin unrecognizable.Through the drifting dust, a lone figure took shape.Adrian sat amid the wreckage in a state of disarray, his body latticed with wounds—frightening enough at a glance.Not ten meters away, Kadana lay on the ground.Half his body was gone; only his upper torso remained.His chest heaved violently, and he knew, with grim clarity, that he would not survive this.Still, disbelief gnawed at him: a young man from the Novaland Republic—an obscure nobody—had actually managed to kill him.Kadana’s spirit dimmed as he stared into the distant sky, as though peering across lifetimes.“How can this be? It’s impossible—this isn’t how it