Novels by Lily Monroe

“All I knew was his name was Adrian,” James said. “Not long ago, an epidemic broke out in a town in the Sun Never Sets Kingdom. Mr.Doyle treated more than three hundred patients and eradicated the disease in a single day. When I heard, I went to his hotel to thank him in person. But I was too late. He’d just left. So I came to Skyline City to find him.”Speaking at such length in Chinese clearly took effort. James paused several times, but he persisted without an interpreter. Clayton Adams and Henry Hamilton appreciated the gesture.The two exchanged astonished looks. Neither had known Adrian had done anything so remarkable overseas—he’d cured more than three hundred patients in one go.Then again, thinking it over, perhaps it wasn’t so surprising.To be certain they were talking about the same man, Clayton showed James a photo of Adrian. James recognized him immediately, and the two men relaxed.“That makes things easy,” Clayton said. “We know Mr. Doyle. I can call him now.”James br

“If dual cultivation does us this much good, why don’t we try again?”Adrian was so startled he stammered. “Uh, Senior Sister, shouldn’t you rest? Isn’t this a little—”Before he could finish, Nora pushed him onto the bed.Half an hour later, they lay side by side. Nora Simpson checked the energy within her and frowned. “Adrian, did you advance?”Adrian checked his own cultivation. “It’s increased, but—”Nora rolled over and pinned him down again. “If you haven’t advanced, let’s try one more time!”An hour later, Nora finally had to admit they weren’t going to break through again. She looked disappointed.“Why did it work last night but not today? What changed?”“Cultivation takes time,” Adrian said, trying to comfort her. “An increase is already a good sign. You probably have a special constitution that hasn’t fully awakened yet.”Nora sighed. “All right. It’s getting late. Let’s wash up and go have breakfast. The others are probably downstairs already.”She was right. By the time th

Mystic Rakshasa looked at Elder Yaksha. “With the seventh elder going, we stand a good chance. But to make certain, another elder should go with him. That boy is too dangerous. We must strike with overwhelming force and kill him in one blow.”Another elder stepped forward. He wore rough linen, and a tattoo covered half his homely face.“Chief, I’ll go with Yaksha.”He was Ancient Fork, the Rakshasa clan’s tenth elder, and a formidable fighter in his own right.Mystic Rakshasa nodded with satisfaction. “With both of you going, I can rest easier. I’ve also contacted the Azure Lotus Sword Sect. They have a blood feud with the boy, so we’ll work together to kill him.”The others nodded. The Azure Lotus Sword Sect was one of the leading powers in the ancient martial arts world. With both sides joining forces, killing one young man should be simple....At the Azure Lotus Sword Sect, a grim mood hung over the vast compound.Sect Master Sebastian Lin slammed his palm down, shattering the cha

“But let’s be clear: I’ll make the introductions. Whether anything comes of them is up to you.”Daisy smiled. “Don’t worry, Sis. You’re doing this for me, so I’ll work hard. I won’t let you down.”They drove to Nora Simpson’s villa.Emptiness, Octavia, and Iris Lloyd stared at the estate in disbelief. The grounds were enormous, with everything they could think of: a playground, a golf course, even a private airfield.“Wow. This place must have cost a fortune. Nora, you really don’t hold back!”Nora Simpson smiled and waved a hand. “It’s nothing much. Just over two billion. If you like it, I can introduce you to the developer. You could get one too.”The others fell silent. There was no way they could afford that.At the largest, most luxurious villa in the center of the estate, Adrian helped Nora Simpson out of the car.“The whole place is empty except for my room, so take whichever rooms you like. Make yourselves at home. If you don’t have plans for the next few days, stay and have s

Pink balloons began to rise into the sky.Hundreds, then thousands floated overhead, each carrying a birthday wish for Nora Simpson. The sight was so beautiful no one wanted to look away.Gasps rippled through the crowd. As the fireworks formed one final message across the sky, they faded out.“Nora Simpson, happy birthday. May every year bring you a day as wonderful as this one.”Adrian softly read the words to her.The rooftop restaurant fell silent. Everyone was still caught up in the romance of it all.“Adrian!”An angry roar shattered the moment.The crowd turned toward Abel Brooks. His eyes were red with fury, and he looked like a trapped animal.He was the young master of the Brooks family in the capital. He’d had everything his way since birth, grown up surrounded by admirers, and gone on to rule the northern underworld. No woman he wanted had ever been out of reach.Yet this brat had just made him look like a fool. Abel couldn’t bear the humiliation.Nora Simpson stepped in f

The crowd wasn’t the only one stunned. Daisy and Nora Simpson could hardly believe their eyes.Now Daisy understood why none of her calls to Adrian had gone through today. He’d been busy preparing this enormous surprise.How much must he care about Nora to do all this?The thought, the love, the tenderness—and the connections it must have taken. He’d put it all together in barely more than a day.Adrian was giving Nora Simpson a birthday celebration from all of Brocade City. It was his way of telling her how he felt.Daisy’s emotions tangled together. She was happy for them, but she couldn’t help feeling a pang of jealousy.Nora Simpson gazed up at the sky, tears in her eyes and happiness all over her face.The falling rose petals brought back a promise Adrian had made when they were children.Nora had loved roses back then, but she could only admire the ones other people had. Adrian, small and skinny at the time, had told her that when he grew up, he’d find a way to give her a rain o

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