Novels by Alfonzo Perez

“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

“What have you done to them, Rangga?!” Ki Mangkubumi’s emotions flared to a fever pitch the moment his eyes fell upon the five trusted students he had nurtured for years—now crumpled on the forest floor, broken and helpless.At the sight of his master’s rage, a devious plan sparked to life in Barda’s mind. This was his chance to turn father against son, to twist the truth to save his own skin.“Forgive us, Master,” he cried out, his voice trembling with feigned fear and innocence. “Rangga has accused us of framing him in days past—the very lie that led you to cast him out of our halls. Now, with no witnesses save these woods, he has sworn to kill us all!”Rangga’s eyes widened in disbelief, his own anger surging to match his father’s. He opened his mouth to protest, to defend himself against the vile falsehood—but Ki Mangkubumi’s thunderous voice cut through the air before a single word could pass his lips.“Have you no shame left to call me father, Rangga?!” the master roared, his fa

The five men—Barda and his companions—could only swallow hard, their throats tight with terror. The figure they had so carelessly dismissed as an easy mark had, in truth, defeated them with shocking ease—armed with nothing more than a simple branch of wood.They exchanged frantic glances, their minds racing with no clear path to safety. Returning to the Dragon Sword Academy was unthinkable now—their disguise had been stripped away, their treachery exposed for what it was. Yet even if escape had been an option, they stood helpless before a man whose skill far surpassed not only their own combined strength, but even that of Ki Mangkubumi himself, the revered master of their order.“It seems death is the only choice you have left to make,” Aji said, his lips curling into a smile that carried more menace than warmth—a silent threat that hung heavy in the still forest air.The handsome man brought his hands together, and with a sharp crack that echoed through the trees, he snapped the bran

Before beginning his practice, Aji leaned back against the massive trunk of the ancient tree, stretching his legs out before him to ease the weariness that had settled in his bones after nearly two hours of steady walking. The forest floor beneath him was soft with moss and fallen leaves, offering a cushion for his tired feet as he let his shoulders slump in relaxation.Without warning, a gentle breeze drifted through the canopy above—warm and sweet with the scent of wildflowers and damp earth—and wrapped around him like a soft blanket. In an instant, a heavy drowsiness washed over him, coaxing away the last traces of his resolve to train. The woods lay so still and serene, their quiet broken only by the melodious trill of songbirds hidden among the branches, and Aji found himself powerless to resist the pull of sleep. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his eyelids drifted shut, sealing out the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves.The handsome man—soon to wed for the second t

“We have walked side by side since we were but eight or nine years of age—bound by a friendship that has weathered every storm life has cast our way,” Wicaksono declared with unwavering resolve, his eyes turning toward Dirman and Sentono, whose faces still bore the marks of doubt and hesitation. “And what of you two? Will you stand with us in this hour of need?”Dirman and Sentono exchanged long, weighted glances, their minds wrestling with the gravity of the choice before them. For a moment, the air hung thick with uncertainty as they steeled their resolve and fortified their spirits, knowing full well the path they were considering would lead them far from the principles they had sworn to uphold.At last, twin nods broke the silence—firm, deliberate gestures that banished the shadows of doubt from their thoughts and sealed their allegiance to their friend’s cause.“We will stand with you,” Dirman said, his voice steady despite the turmoil churning within him. A faint, cryptic smile

“Foul treachery! For so long have I coveted Ratih with every fiber of my being—how could the Master grant his blessing to a man he has scarce laid eyes upon?” murmured the figure lurking in the shadows, his gaze fixed upon the distant courtyard where whispered words of betrothal had drifted to his ears. “I will not suffer to see Ratih bound to another. This wedding—this union—must be undone by any means necessary!”With a countenance twisted by bitter resentment, the man turned and strode away from his vantage point, each step heavy with the weight of jealousy that clouded his reason and blotted out all sense of right and wrong. His mind was consumed by a singular purpose, leaving no room for caution or conscience.Through winding corridors and beneath arched doorways he pressed, his path leading toward a chamber where raucous laughter spilled into the hallway like liquid gold. The man—some thirty years of age, with sharp features carved by both time and ambition—paused at the thresho

If there is the word NAGA, it means Dragon.*****Ki Mangkubumi shook his head slowly, his weathered features etched with a mixture of awe and disbelief. For more than forty years, he had walked the path of the warrior, his senses honed to a razor’s edge through decades of training and combat—yet he had failed utterly to perceive the immense inner power that dwelled within the man who would soon be his son-in-law. It felt as though he had spent his life gazing upon a river, never realizing the vast ocean that lay hidden beyond its shores.“Why do you remain silent, Sir? Will you not answer my question?” Aji asked, his smile warm and steady as he looked upon the head of the Dragon Sword Academy—his eyes holding no trace of triumph, only a deep and abiding respect for the elder’s wisdom and journey.“It seems I have no grounds to refuse you, Aji,” Ki Mangkubumi replied in a quiet voice, the weight of his earlier arrogance now pressing heavily upon his heart. “You possess gifts that set