Novels by Lily Monroe

“What ‘destined opportunity’? Sounds more like your master got tired of you and made up an excuse to send you away.”Adrian shook his head in irritation. It was an offhand remark, nothing more—he hadn’t expected any response from the monk.To his surprise, the monk’s eyes widened, and he scratched his bald head thoughtfully.“You know… that actually makes a lot of sense!”Adrian let out an awkward chuckle. Why did the monk sound almost proud of that possibility?What a peculiar man.Still, if he believed it, all the better. At least now there was a reason for him to stop following.“In that case, I’ll be on my way.”Yet before he could leave, the monk grabbed his arm again.Adrian suppressed his temper and turned back.“What now? Don’t tell me your master gave you more instructions.”This time, it wasn’t about his master.“My master said nothing further. But I observe that your complexion is clouded, Mr. Doyle—you may be facing a fatal calamity…”Before he could finish, several black

The monk moved with astonishing speed. Even though the others had been on guard, they were utterly unable to withstand his assault.The tattooed man watched helplessly as the monk’s figure closed in, leaving him no time to evade.“You—”Before he could finish a single sentence, his body was sent flying.A mouthful of blood burst from his lips, his vision dimmed, and he lost consciousness on the spot.“Boss! He’s injured the boss!”The remaining fighters, disguised as street vendors, immediately grew alert, their vigilance rising to its peak.“Together! Avenge the boss!”The monk shook his head lightly. “Amitabha… I have not killed him. Your talk of revenge is somewhat misplaced.”But they had no intention of listening.The monk sighed, yet his movements did not slow in the slightest.Within moments, bodies littered the ground—every one of them those so-called vendors.Individually, they were far from weak, yet before the monk, they were utterly insignificant.This time, he showed no r

“Take him somewhere else. I don’t ever want to see him in the Kingdom of Ganz again.”Maizart cast a brief glance at the bodyguards. The captain immediately stepped forward with his men and dragged Ivela away.After everything that had happened, Maizart had no energy left for anything else. He simply arranged for Adrian and Lincoln Ashford to be escorted back to their hotel.The hotel offered late-night meals, but Adrian had no interest in them.Now that he was in the Kingdom of Ganz, he intended to sample the local street fare.It was already deep into the night, and Lincoln Ashford had long since gone to sleep.Adrian left the hotel alone. After wandering for a while, he came upon a lively street lined with food stalls.The street food scene here was distinctly different from that of the Novaland Republic.He picked a stall at random and asked the vendor to serve a selection of their most common dishes.He had barely taken a few bites when a commotion from nearby drew his attention.

“So this is all you’re capable of?”Watching the robed man’s display, Adrian let out a faint, derisive laugh.He had expected something far more formidable today—yet this was nothing but child’s play.“What difference does it make if the number of these undead knights increases?”The robed man’s gaze remained fixed on the multiplying ranks of undead knights, yet the wounds on their bodies showed no sign of diminishing.On the contrary, they seemed to be spreading, worsening by the moment.How could this be?Before he could comprehend what was happening, the undead knights began to crumble, disintegrating as though collapsing into dust.The rift he had torn open in space also began to close, slowly sealing itself.“What did you do?!”The robed man demanded angrily. Adrian merely shrugged, looking almost innocent.“What could I have possibly done? I just waved my sleeve. If they couldn’t withstand it, how is that my problem?”“You arrogant fool!”Adrian curled his lip. Plenty of people

To rise as the unrivaled magnate of the jade industry in the Kingdom of Ganz, Maizart was, by nature, a man who drew clear lines between gratitude and grievance—and who acted with ruthless resolve.In an instant, a chilling murderous intent surged from him.Maizart fixed Ivela with an icy stare, while Ivela let out a bleak, hollow laugh.“I know you won’t forgive me, Father. Go on—do it.”As he spoke, a calm smile spread across his face.Before anyone could react, Ivela moved with startling speed. From the sofa, he drew his gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation. At such close range, not even a god could have evaded the shot.Maizart’s eyes widened in disbelief, as though he were staring at a complete stranger.“Didn’t you say you wanted me to inherit your empire? Then consider this… an early succession.”Ivela understood all too well—by now, whatever remained of their bond as father and son was beyond repair. No matter what he did, Maizart would never forgive him.Worse still,

“My most beloved youngest son?”Ivela reacted as though he had just heard something utterly absurd.He stared at Maizart, his eyes brimming with madness and scorn.Maizart’s heart sank further and further; he could not comprehend why his son would wear such an expression.“Stop deceiving yourself. The son you cherish most has always been my elder brother—Slov! How could it possibly be me?”Maizart frowned slightly. “Why would you think that?”Ivela let out a hollow laugh and took two steps back, his entire demeanor unraveling.“Why would I think that? Ask yourself. Ask yourself what you’ve done all these years!”“Everyone knows my mother was nothing more than a second wife you took in. How could you ever truly value me?”“When anything happens, isn’t my brother always the first person you think of? You leave everything to him—have you ever once thought of me?”All at once, Ivela seemed to lose control. His voice rose higher and higher until it broke into a near-hysterical shout.He po

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