Novels by Alfonzo Perez

Suronoto hissed through clenched teeth, his face twisted with frustration and disbelief. Time and again, his strikes had been turned aside with effortless ease—as if his opponent were merely dancing around a child’s playful swipes rather than facing the full force of a seasoned Sect Leader’s blade. With each missed attack, he felt the weight of a familiar dread settling over him, for the way this young warrior moved reminded him of his own master—the legendary teacher who had first forged him into a fighter decades ago.What baffled Suronoto most of all was how such profound skill could reside in one so youthful. Every feint, every thrust, every shift of his opponent’s stance spoke of centuries of accumulated wisdom—the kind gained only through countless battles fought across distant lands, through trials that would break lesser men. Aji seemed to anticipate each of his moves before Suronoto had even committed to them, his body flowing away from danger as if guided by some invisible h

Aji drew in a deep, steadying breath, holding it in his chest as the cool night air filled his lungs. For a heartbeat, all was still—then his eyes narrowed, focusing with the precision of a hawk upon the cluster of warriors below, each one marked in his mind as a target. His fingers flexed around the shards of glazed tile he held, counting them silently to match the number of foes he had chosen to disable first. Without a single sound to betray his presence, the fragments tore through the air at a speed that defied the naked eye. Each shard flew true, aimed with deadly accuracy at the throats and temples of the Dark Sect members who held the maidens captive. In an instant, the courtyard erupted into chaos—cries of agony and guttural shouts of death sliced through the night, echoing off the fortress walls as bodies crumpled to the earth, motionless and cold. Of the twenty tiles Aji had launched, eighteen found their mark perfectly. The remaining two had veered slightly as their targ

After carefully lifting the young maiden from his embrace and setting her gently upon the earth, Aji guided her toward the shadowed refuge where his beloved wife, Ratih, lay concealed behind the massive trunk of an ancient tree. Ratih narrowed her eyes against the dimming light, peering through the foliage to discern the two figures drawing near her hiding place. A soft whisper escaped her lips, tinged with both hope and caution. "My lord?" The elegant woman stepped forth from her sanctuary once she had confirmed that the approaching figure was indeed her husband, accompanied by a girl whose youthful features spoke of innocence yet untarnished by the cruelties of the world. "Remain here with my Duchess," Aji commanded, his voice steady as he came to stand beside Ratih. "I must return to retrieve the other two maidens who remain captive within those walls." Ratih’s delicate fingers wrapped around the young girl’s hand, her gaze fixed upon her husband’s face. "How many of them were

“Just a moment—I will free you from these bonds,” Aji said softly, casting one last cautious glance toward the door before kneeling beside the girl. His fingers moved with deft precision, untying the coarse rope that bound her wrists and ankles—taking care not to pull too hard on the raw, chafed skin beneath.“Th-thank you, my lord,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and thin as if from hours of weeping. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of relief and lingering fear, remained fixed on his face as she struggled to sit upright.Aji nodded, his expression grave. “Hurry now—untie the other two. Do what you can to wake them. We have little time to waste.”With that, he rose to his feet and crossed to the door, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade as he peered through a small crack in the wood. He had barely begun to assess the situation outside when voices drifted through the darkness—rough, familiar, and drawing closer with every word.“Soon enough, we’ll have our turn with those g

Once inside the compound, the air was thick with shadow and silence, broken only by the soft crackle of small oil lamps hanging from wooden posts at intervals along the paths. Their warm, golden glow cast just enough light to guide Aji’s steps as he scanned every corner, his eyes sharp as flint as he searched for any sign of the three captive women he had seen brought through the gates.Thus far, he could not be certain whether the men who dwelt here were mere bandits or followers of the Dark Path. But from the heavy crates they had carried—likely filled with stolen goods—he guessed they were cut from the same cloth as the outlaws he had once run with in his youth. Still, he knew better than to make assumptions; even bandits could be connected to darker forces, and caution was his greatest ally in this place of hidden dangers.Aji moved with casual ease, his posture relaxed and his steps light as he walked the compound’s dirt paths. Several men passed him on their way to or from the l

Aji’s eyes, honed by years of training to pierce through even the deepest darkness, picked out the faint outlines of figures moving through the trees—roughly twelve meters from the clearing where he and Ratih had made their camp. Though the shadows draped the forest in heavy folds, he could make out at least five men, and possibly more hidden just beyond his line of sight. Three of them bore burdens slung over their shoulders—shapes that shifted and sagged in a way that suggested they carried living weight, though he could not yet be certain what, or who, they held. Two others walked beside them, their hands gripping the edges of large wooden crates that creaked with each step they took.“Hahaha! Tonight we shall feast like kings, my friends!”The cry rang out sharp and clear across the stillness of the forest night, cutting through the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. To be absolutely sure of what he faced, Aji channeled the ancient energy that flowed through his

“But I will not accept being accused of belonging to that cursed sect! If they dare accuse me again, I’ll make sure everyone here dies!” A Long’s yellowish skin turned white as his anger flared.“Don’t be afraid, he’s only trying to scare us!” shouted A Fu, trying to sway the others.“If you accuse us one more time, I will let my brother here kill all of you!” Fang An barked, pointing his finger straight at A Fu’s face, which immediately froze in silence.“Watch your tongue, A Fu!” another man shouted, backing Fang An.Ying Sue and all the villagers in the dining house swallowed nervously. They didn’t know whether the young, sharp-eyed man’s words were true or just a bluff. But one thing was certain: the accusations A Fu hurled at the two young men were a mistake.“If you don’t want us in this village, we will leave. But only after we finish our meal. If I hear even one more accusation, I’ll hang the man’s head at the village ga

"Yu Wei, how are the preparations for the Grand Blood Moon Ritual? Is everything ready?""My apologies, Leader… Of the thirteen virgins required for the grand ritual, we are still short of two. Our members are already moving to find the remaining ones. I am certain that before the ritual begins, the number will be complete," replied the long-haired man named Yu Wei."For the success of this grand ritual, I entrust everything to you, Yu Wei. Do not fail me, for I have never known the word failure. You know very well what I will do to you if the ritual fails!" said the man who was, in fact, Ren Zhi, the leader of the Holy Blood Moon Sect.It should be known that the Grand Blood Moon Ritual was a mandatory ceremony for Ren Zhi. Besides strengthening his martial power, the ritual also served to keep the leader of the Holy Blood Moon Sect eternally youthful.If at present his face looked around thirty-five years old, then after the ritual he

Fang An gave a small smile and nodded."At the very least, we need some information from you, Sir, about the situation inside that sect."Duke Song Jian took a deep breath and released it slowly."As for the current situation, I do not know, Prince. It has been more than twenty years since I last joined them.""It’s all right, Sir. At least it can serve as a rough picture for the two of us about the situation there. But for now, we want to bathe first. Later, we will meet you again," Fang An said."Very well, Prince." Duke Song Jian bowed slightly to show respect. After that, he walked back to his chamber.Nearly two hours passed before Fang An and A Fu came out of their room. The two of them hurried toward Duke Song Jian’s private chamber to continue their discussion.Inside the chamber, Duke Song Jian still looked uneasy about the situation he was facing.On one hand, he feared that Fang An and A Fu might fail in their plan to attack the Holy Blood Moon Sect. If that happened, he to

Although it looked like a smile, to the four figures dressed in black, the smile on Fang An’s lips appeared terrifying and intimidating. The wide grin of the young man with white hair instantly drained their courage.“You must have thought we had already left this province, didn’t you?” Fang An chuckled softly, recalling how he and A Long had led their horses out of the palace gate earlier that morning.The four figures exchanged disbelieving glances. They, who were used to spying, had now been thwarted by two young men still younger than them in age.The exits were sealed tightly, leaving the black-clad figures confused about what decision to make. Their only hope of escape was to fight back, though they knew the chance of success was almost nonexistent.Unconsciously, cold sweat began to drip from their pores. The chill that gripped their bodies was nothing compared to the icy sweat brought on by fear.“Why do you look so confused? Relax, I won’t kill you. But on one condition—tell

“The Sacred Blood Moon Sect is a dark sect hidden in a valley beyond Mount Yuelu, Prince. They use the blood of virgins for their offerings,” explained Duke Song Jian.“Then why are they extorting you, Duke? What connection do you have with them?” Fang An pressed. He already sensed a breakthrough.The duke lowered his head, regret written across his face.“I was once part of them, Prince. I joined secretly before I was married.”“And after you married, you left them?”“Yes, Prince. I left without permission from Ren Zhi, the leader of the Sacred Blood Moon Sect.”Fang An nodded, understanding. He could see the duke’s regret was genuine.No matter how strong a man was, when the safety of his wife and children was threatened, he would become fragile—especially when he was powerless to act.“Very well. Now we know who the perpetrators are. What remains is to uncover which of their members is hiding inside this palace.” Fang An’s gaze lifted to the ceiling as he thought hard.“Do you have

Not long after, the two of them finally arrived in front of the palace of Province Sihan. The gates, which had been tightly closed, opened at once when the two young warriors arrived.From inside, a finely dressed man escorted by two guards hurried toward the gate.Fang An and A Long leapt down from their horses and handed the reins to a soldier.“Welcome to Province Sihan, Prince Fang An, Prince A Long. It is truly a great honor for me to receive the arrival of both Princes.” The finely dressed man, who turned out to be Duke Song Jian, bowed respectfully.“Do not be so formal, Duke. We just happened to pass by, so we decided to stop here. Besides, we also need a place to rest for the night,” replied Fang An with a smile, though his sharp eyes studied the finely dressed figure before him.From his experience dealing with officials, such respectful behavior often had two meanings. Some showed respect because of rank and position, while others used it to flatter or to cover up their wro