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

Adrian passed the time idly, scrolling through his phone and counting the minutes. At last, more than ten minutes later, a black BMW came speeding toward them.It was clearly the newest model of the year. A faint smile flickered across Adrian’s lips—an idea had already formed.Timothy Lane stepped out of the car, his eyes fixed solely on Phoebe Baldwin.“Oh, my precious darling, what happened? Who bullied you?”Phoebe instantly put on a pitiful expression.“Mr. Lane, I got into a car accident. Not only did they refuse to compensate me, they even hit me. Look at my face—”“I have a shoot next week. With my face like this, how am I supposed to film?”Timothy’s heart ached as though something had been torn from him. He cupped her cheek tenderly, full of regret.“They dared to touch your face? That’s outrageous! You’re a star—you live by that face!”Phoebe burst into tears on cue. “They must pay for this!”The moment she began crying, Timothy pulled her into his arms and soothed her gentl

“The Lane family? Are they supposed to be impressive?” Octavia asked with disarming innocence, turning to Adrian. He mimicked her expression and looked at Daisy. “Are they impressive?” Daisy rolled her eyes without restraint. Adrian had practically fought his way through the Four Great Families, and now he was pretending to be clueless. Freya shook her head quietly, wondering if this Timothy truly lacked common sense. Daisy glanced skyward, speechless. “Forget it. Let’s go. We’ll let the lawyers handle this.” Adrian nodded and reached for the car door, only for Phoebe Baldwin to grab him by the arm. She pointed at them furiously. “Leaving? Not a chance. Not unless you pay me!” Adrian shot her an exasperated look. She remained utterly unfazed. Daisy stepped forward calmly. “You’re a celebrity, right? I’m sorry, but we’re leaving. No one is stopping us today.” Adrian added coolly, “You were speeding and rear-ended us. Even if the police show up, it won’t help you.”

The staff of the orphanage were left standing there, exchanging helpless glances, their disappointment impossible to conceal.Ms. Montgomery turned to Director Grant and ventured, “Should we speak to Miss Tabitha Grant? She would never want that money to go unused for the children.”“And Mr. Doyle came with her—he donated ten million dollars without hesitation. He clearly has the means. Perhaps we could ask? They might be able to help…”Director Grant shook her head. Her expression gradually hardened with resolve.“They have already done more than enough by donating the money. If we fail to safeguard it, that is our responsibility.”“I refuse to trouble Miss Tabitha Grant again. We will reclaim that money ourselves.”The others nodded in agreement.By every measure—moral and practical—it was their duty to recover what had been taken.“But Director Grant, how are we supposed to get it back?”She paused briefly in thought, then lifted her gaze.“Ms. Montgomery, prepare several banners.

Moments later, Director Grant was wheeled forward as well. Everyone present knew that Director Evans was no benevolent official; whenever donations arrived, he was never far behind.Sure enough, after only a few perfunctory remarks, he cut straight to the point.“Well now,” he began smoothly, “this is a welfare institution, correct? Welfare must benefit the public as a whole. I hear you received donations today. What’s the total amount?”Director Grant’s expression stiffened. The intent in Benson Evans’s eyes was unmistakable.She hesitated before answering.His face darkened at once, displeased by her pause.“Director Grant,” he said, adopting an officious tone, “as head of the city’s charitable oversight department, it is my duty to show concern for institutions like yours. You understand that, don’t you?”“Now then, we must maintain proper records for every welfare home, including all received donations. That is part of our responsibility. All charitable organizations are required

Octavia sprang to her feet, placing a hand on Freya’s shoulder, righteous fury blazing across her face.“Sister Freya, I’ll help you kill—”The word was swallowed under Adrian’s warning glance. Octavia hastily corrected herself. “—teach him a brutal lesson!”A killer’s instincts were not so easily erased. Adrian did not expect Octavia to shed her past overnight.Still, had she finished that sentence, she would certainly have frightened Daisy and Freya.As it was, Adrian’s timely interruption kept either of them from overthinking her words.He gestured for Octavia to sit. “Do you want Freya marching off for revenge in this condition? Let me heal her first. Then we’ll deal with him.”Octavia paused, then nodded vigorously. “You’re right. Adrian, treat Sister Freya first. That scumbag—I won’t let him off!”Daisy and Octavia stepped aside to give him space. Adrian pressed lightly against several misaligned joints along Freya’s body. A few crisp cracks echoed in the small room before he pl

Daisy pushed Adrian aside and ran her fingers over the scrawled words on the door.“How could this have happened?”The three exchanged glances, their expressions heavy with silence.Daisy raised her hand and knocked. “Freya? Are you home, Freya?”The pounding echoed hollowly, but no one answered.Her anxiety deepened.Adrian called out as well, his voice infused with just enough force to carry inward without disturbing the neighbors. “Freya, Miss Daisy and Octavia are here to see you!”At last, a faint rustling came from within. A moment later, there was a soft click, and the door creaked open.Freya stood before them, her face as pale as paper, bruises darkening her cheek and the corner of her mouth.The room behind her was unlit, steeped in shadow, and faintly tinged with an unpleasant odor.Adrian recognized it instantly—the metallic scent of blood.“Miss Daisy, I’m sorry… I was just sleeping.”He stepped past her, found the switch, and turned on the light.The scene that emerged m