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

To avoid an unnecessary encounter, Adrian lingered outside for nearly two hours before finally returning to the Hill family villa.Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the door opened.Daisy stepped out and happened to see him.“You’re still awake?”The moment he said it, Adrian realized it was a pointless question. Of course Daisy would be worried—there was no way she could have slept.“How are you? They…”“They’re all dead. There won’t be any more trouble.”Only then did Daisy let out a breath of relief. “I saw you on the surveillance just now, so I opened the door.”Adrian walked back inside with her, while Octavia poked her head out from a corner.The atmosphere felt unusually heavy.Adrian felt a quiet helplessness. He understood Daisy’s concerns, yet there was no way for him to simply stop. He never went looking for trouble—but when trouble came for him, there was little he could do.“Well… it’s late. You should get some rest. We can talk tomorrow?”Daisy looked exhausted,

All the assassins had been dealt with. Now, aside from Adrian, only a handful of unsuspecting tourists remained on the yacht.Adrian had no desire to explain anything to them, nor to endure their probing stares.When the yacht passed by a small island in the middle of the river, Adrian decisively disembarked.Seeing him head for the island, the remaining passengers exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to follow.Even those who had earlier planned to stroll about and take photos now shrank back, wishing only to reach shore as quickly as possible and go home.The moment Adrian stepped onto the island, he sensed a powerful presence—impossible to ignore.A man appeared along the path, as though materializing out of thin air.He regarded Adrian with indifference, as if looking at a corpse—or perhaps at someone utterly irrelevant.“You’re strong. Strong enough to post such arrogance on the dark web.”Adrian felt nothing at the man’s acknowledgment.He could tell immediately—this one was no

Unlike the man who had leapt in moments before, Adrian walked upon the river’s surface, pursuing step by step. Though he appeared merely to stride forward, each movement seemed to compress distance itself.No matter how desperately the assassin beneath the water swam, he could not shake Adrian’s relentless pursuit.At last, a cruise ship came into view ahead.The assassin burst out of the water without hesitation. In the very next instant, Adrian appeared before him. With a single palm strike, the man was driven back into the river, never to surface again.Adrian glanced at the ship, sensing the presences aboard. Aside from several formidable auras, there were also more than a dozen ordinary people.His expression darkened. He hadn’t expected these assassins to drag innocent lives into this—after all, no one could predict whether they might go mad and destroy the vessel.Even if they didn’t, Adrian might.One of the assassins on deck had already revealed himself. Adrian flashed a bril

Above the calm surface of the river stretched a long bridge. The moment Adrian drove onto it, their car was boxed in by two massive trucks.Fortunately, his driving skills were exceptional—just enough to keep them from being completely pinned down.The two trucks moved in perfect coordination, yet Adrian always found a sliver of space to survive between them.Still, he had no intention of letting this drag on.“Octavia! Take the wheel—I’m going over.”At his command, Octavia swiftly climbed from the back seat into the driver’s position. Adrian rolled down the window and, with a powerful leap, landed atop the truck beside them.His foot came down hard, leaving a deep dent in the metal.Passing vehicles slowed to a stop at a distance, stunned by the sight.“What the hell is going on?”“Is this real life or a movie set?”Someone else in the car immediately disagreed.“If it were a movie, where’s the camera? And those are real blades—they’re not props. That car alone is worth a fortune.”

Octavia wasted no time on words. Her offense and defense were seamless, leaving him no opening.Florye, too, grew serious. The short blade in his hand moved like a venomous serpent, tangling with Octavia’s dagger in a deadly dance.Inside the office, Daisy listened to the commotion outside, her legs trembling as she sank into a crouch.With her back pressed against the door, she shakily pulled out her phone.At the restaurant, after several rounds of drinks, a faint haze of intoxication had settled over everyone—everyone except Adrian and Iris Lloyd, who remained perfectly clear-headed.Adrian’s phone vibrated. Seeing Daisy’s name, he answered immediately.“What is it?”Daisy took a steadying breath. “Come to the company—now. There’s an assassin here. Octavia’s holding him off outside.”“I don’t think she can beat him.”Adrian’s expression hardened instantly.“Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”He rose to his feet. Leonard Newman looked at him in confusion.“Mr. Doyle, are you leavin

Trinity Dawson looked at Iris Lloyd with pleading eyes; no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t bring himself to refuse.“Mr. Doyle, it’s still early… why don’t we go grab something to eat together?”Only then did Adrian glance at the sky. There was indeed still some time before the end of the workday.“Alright.”The moment Adrian agreed, Trinity Dawson and the others lit up with delight.They had known turning to Iris Lloyd was the right move.Wasn’t this settled effortlessly?Leonard Newman wasted no time—not out of fear Adrian might change his mind, but because securing a table at a high-end restaurant this close to dinner hour was no easy task.Meanwhile, the atmosphere at Hill Group was far from relaxed.Daisy was buried in work. Both the development and production of the new product were nearing completion, and what they urgently needed now was the most cost-effective promotional strategy.Beyond that, their marketing approach required refinement. After all, their produc