Novels by Alfonzo Perez

“Since we have an agreement, follow me!” Aji said calmly, a clear, easy smile playing on his lips. “I will be delighted to entertain you both there!”With those words, he launched himself into the air with a lightness that defied belief, soaring over the palace’s perimeter wall — a structure of nearly six meters in height, built from thick, weathered stone.“Arrogant fool! Does he think we cannot match his speed?” Daniswara snarled. “Come, Kuntala — let us chase him down and teach him a lesson he will remember even in death!”Kuntala nodded, then exploded into motion, her form a blur of grace as she leaped over the high wall and bounded across the rooftops of the town’s houses. Her movements were fluid, almost feline, each jump carrying her further from the Duke’s domain.Daniswara refused to be left behind. He too shot forward, following in Kuntala’s wake as they raced after Aji into the open lands beyond the domain’s borders.Meanwhile, back within the palace walls…The battle raged

With a fluid motion, Daniswara settled back into his stance, his dark sword beginning a slow, deliberate spin. As it turned, a low, howling wind began to rise around him — a gale that grew stronger with every revolution, its roar echoing through the palace courtyards.“You will learn the true might of my Demon Sword, wretch. Prepare yourself… I will erase you from this earth!”The handsome man — Aji — did not flinch at the threat. To him, every curse hurled his way was like a drug, fueling his strength, pushing his limits ever higher. He stood firm, his eyes locked on Daniswara’s spinning blade, his own aura beginning to hum with quiet power.As the sword’s spin quickened, a tidal wave of energy surged forth from its black steel. It was raw, untamed — a force that seemed to drink the light from the air around it. Aji poured his own energy into his core, bracing himself against the wind that now slammed into him with the force of a tidal wave. He knew, then, that his foe’s power had re

Kuntala and Daniswara surged into the grounds of the Tanjung Rejo Ducal Palace, their forms cutting through the night like arrows loosed from a bow. The air around them crackled with a quiet, dangerous energy— the kind that precedes the storm of battle.At that very moment, the fifty warriors of the Cakrabuana Royal Guard, led by Antasena, poured out of their barracks to reinforce Aji and Rangga. Soon after, Bargowo and Ratih followed, bringing with them hundreds of palace soldiers—most still bleary-eyed and weary, torn from the depths of sleep in the dead of night, yet their hands still steady on their weapons.And so the great battle erupted in full fury. The clash of steel against steel rang out like a haunting symphony, each note intertwined with the heart-wrenching cries of the dying. From both sides, the shouts of commanders urging their men forward echoed across the courtyard, adding to the chaos that consumed the night. It was a dance of death, wild and beautiful in its feroci

“Damnation!” he cursed silently. From a distance, he could see the great gates of the Tanjung Rejo Ducal Palace standing wide open—too wide, as if they had been thrown open by force. Hundreds of Prince Dananjaya’s soldiers swarmed into the palace grounds, their weapons drawn and glinting in the silver moonlight, moving like a tide of shadow and steel.A handful of palace guards had tried to hold the line, to keep the enemy from pushing deeper into the heart of the palace. But they were no match for the sudden assault. One by one, they fell, their cries of agony cutting through the stillness of the night like a knife through silk. And yet—strangely, terrifyingly—there was no sign of the rest of the palace garrison. They lay motionless in their barracks, as if struck by a spell that had lulled them into a deep, unbreakable sleep.Aji had no time to wonder why. If the enemy was allowed to roam free within the palace walls, it would not be long before Tanjung Rejo fell into Dananjaya’s ha

“The guards report that the two warriors we’ve been waiting for are outside, Your Highness,” Suryorojo replied.A wide grin spread across Prince Dananjaya’s face, and the knot of anxiety that had been coiling in his chest unraveled in an instant. All his worry vanished the moment he heard news of the warriors his master had summoned.“The guards are bringing them here now,” Suryorojo added, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.“Without Lodra, we’ve been lost for plans,” Prince Dananjaya said, letting out a harsh sigh. “And I’m certain Yoga has already betrayed our strength to Hanggareksa.”Just then, another knock echoed at the door. Suryorojo rose and crossed the room, pulling it open to reveal two figures standing in the hallway—men who looked to be roughly his age. The old man’s smile widened until it stretched across his face, warm with welcome.“Kuntala, Daniswara—how glad I am you’ve come!” he exclaimed, stepping aside. “Please, enter. The Prince has been waiting for you.”Kunta

“Might I see them, My Lord?” Antasena interjected, his voice carrying a note of quiet curiosity. For in the corner of his mind, a faint memory stirred—he felt as if he had laid eyes on those twin spears before, in some distant time that now seemed lost to the mists of years.Duke Hanggareksa nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on the ancient weapons for a moment longer before he turned to Aji. “Show them to Antasena.”Aji rose with graceful ease, his fingers closing around the hilt of each spear in turn. The metal felt cool against his skin, thrumming with a silent power that seemed to hum through his very bones. He carried them across the chamber and passed them to Antasena, then returned to his seat beside the commander of the Cakrabuana Kingdom’s Royal Guard, his posture calm and unassuming.Antasena held the twin spears up to the light, his eyes narrowing as he studied every curve, every engraving that danced across their polished surfaces. The metal gleamed like captured starlight,

“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