Novels by Lily Monroe

For most of them, seeing an alchemist refine pills with their own eyes would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.Adrian took a pill furnace and the necessary herbs from his storage ring.Nathan Whitmore edged closer. "Mr.Doyle, is that a storage ring?""It is."An ordinary person could never hope to own one. That alone made the four sect leaders regard Adrian with even greater respect.Adrian had just finished arranging his ingredients when an angry shout came from the mountain nearby."Who dares disturb my meditation?"Everyone turned. The moment they recognized the thin, white-haired old man, their faces changed."It's Greenbrow Taoist—Curtis North! Of all the people we could run into!""He's notoriously ill-tempered. We've upset him, and he won't let this go.""Who's Curtis North?" Adrian asked. "Is he famous?"Levi Nelson lowered his voice. "Mr.Doyle, Greenbrow Taoist ranks fifteenth on the Peak Rankings. He's extremely powerful."Adrian scoffed. "He's only on the Peak Rankings. W

"Found you at last. Are these the sects that have been hunting you?"At the familiar voice, Levi Nelson and the other two nearly burst into tears. Relief came with a sting of guilt. Adrian had come to save them, and they'd doubted whether he would."Who are you?" Nathan Whitmore frowned. "This doesn't concern you, kid. Stay out of it if you know what's good for you."Ralph Gallagher laughed. "You wanted to know who we found that herb for? There he is—Mr. Grant!"Levi Nelson and Curtis Turner nodded.Adrian Hayes looked Adrian up and down, contempt plain on his dark face. "Him? He's about my son's age. You call him an expert? Are you blind? Kid, don't say we didn't give you a chance. Get lost, and we'll let you live."Curtis Turner sighed. "I'm warning you four: leave while you can. Mr.Doyle destroyed the entire Xavier temple by himself. Even together, you aren't a match for him. Why get yourselves killed?"The four leaders looked Adrian over again and scoffed."This kid? Is that suppo

"Something urgent came up. Daisy, go see my sister first. I'll catch up with you!"Adrian was already out the door."Wait!" Daisy hurried after him. "At least tell me what your sister likes! Give me something to work with!"But by the time she reached the hallway, he was gone.She stamped her foot. "Every time he comes back, something pulls him away. I can never get hold of him!"She took out her phone and called Tabitha Grant."Tabitha, do you have time to go shopping with me? Adrian's sister's birthday is tomorrow, and I have no idea what to get her."They agreed on a time. Daisy hung up, threw on her coat, and hurried out, setting work aside for the day.Downstairs, Adrian found Emptiness and Iris Lloyd chatting in the security office. Octavia was there too."I need to go somewhere. Want to come?""What for?" Emptiness asked at once. Of the three, he was the least able to sit still."It's urgent. I'll explain on the way. Right now, I need your help rescuing some people."They caugh

Daisy had no idea what Peterson Bright was really after, but she kept her tone polite."What kind of business did you want to discuss, Mr. Peterson?"Peterson Bright looked her over. "I hear Hill Group recently launched three cosmeceutical products that are selling extremely well. They're the reason your company has grown so quickly. I'm here to buy the formulas. Name your price. Hill Group may be doing well, but you can't compare with the Peterson family. You'd be better off letting us take those products further."Daisy's expression cooled. "Then you clearly haven't come to negotiate in good faith. Hill Group has no intention of selling those formulas. I'm afraid you'll leave disappointed."Peterson Bright frowned. He hadn't expected her to refuse. "Think carefully. The Peterson family could take those products nationwide—even worldwide—in no time. Could you do that? You might spend your whole life trying and never get there. Agree to sell, and you can name your price.""If that's a

"Where did these people come from? How are they so strong? Is there really no one left in Ganz Kingdom who can stand up to them?"Anger, frustration, despair—and nothing they could do about it.While the people of Ganz Kingdom worried about what would happen next, Adrian and the others had already reached the airport. Their tickets were booked, and they waited quietly at the gate."Kirk, are you sure you won't come back to Skyline City with us?" Adrian asked, unable to hide his disappointment.Russell Kirk smiled. "I have things to take care of this time. I've been away from the Martial Association for a while, and plenty of work is waiting for me. It'll have to be another time."Emptiness rubbed his chin. "What a shame. You didn't invite me drinking last time, and now we've fought a battle worth celebrating, but you have to leave. Who knows when we'll all have time again?"Russell Kirk patted him on the shoulder. "You've always got so

Vavaji and Duga couldn't withstand Russell Kirk's punches. Screaming, they flew backward.Russell Kirk charged after them, heading straight for Vavaji."No!"Duga saw what he was about to do, but it was too late to help. He could only watch as Russell Kirk blew Vavaji apart with a single punch.Even Emptiness and the others stared in shock."Damn, he's strong. Kirk just blew a Celestial Tier fighter apart with one punch! Imagine the pressure Adrian was under when they fought."Emptiness had said exactly what the others were thinking. Octavia and Iris Lloyd both nodded.With Vavaji dead, Russell Kirk had an even easier time against Duga.On the other side of the battlefield, though, Adrian's fight took an unexpected turn.Driven to desperation after being knocked back again and again, Florenza used a hidden technique."Phantoms Without End!"Adrian was in the middle of a charge when Florenza suddenly took th

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