Novels by Alfonzo Perez

Ratih stood transfixed, frozen in place as the figure smiled at her. She could not even bring herself to blink—her breath, once soft and steady in her throat, seemed to catch and stop entirely. Only her mind raced, flooded with a thousand questions that demanded answers she did not have.The man wreathed in red aura turned his gaze back to Aji’s face, then vanished in a swirl of crimson light, dissolving into the blade of the Shadow Sword as if he had never been there at all.When he was gone, the beautiful girl let out a ragged, shuddering breath—then another, and another, as if trying to cast off the heavy weight that had pressed down on her chest. Slowly, cautiously, she stepped toward Aji’s body, still lying on the pandan mat.What she saw made her eyes widen in disbelief. The pale, ashen face that had haunted her moments before was now fresh and vibrant, as if he had merely been sleeping peacefully. The deep sword cuts that had marred his skin were gone—no scars, no traces of pai

When the sounds of battle fell silent at last, Yoga and Ratih emerged from their hiding place. A wave of dread washed over the beautiful daughter of Ki Mangkubumi, her heart racing as she scanned the desolate landscape. She ran as fast as her feet would carry her, her eyes sharp and desperate, searching for the handsome man who had become her beloved just days before.As far as the eye could see, there was no sign of Aji’s body. Tears began to trickle down her smooth, pale cheeks, and she stood frozen against a wooden post, her arms hanging limp at her sides. The grief she had been holding back burst forth, and she could no longer contain the sorrow that threatened to consume her.“We should split up,” Yoga said, his voice steady despite the worry in his eyes. “It will make the search more effective.”Ratih nodded, unable to speak through her tears. They parted ways: she headed toward the few remaining tents that still stood upright, while Yoga ventured further into the devastated are

From within the swirling vortex that Lodra had woven, a colossal creature of pure, sickly green energy materialized—its form twisted and snarling, with eyes that burned like embers of malice. It lunged toward Aji with a speed that defied its massive size, the air crackling and screaming in its wake. Acting on reflexes honed by years of brutal training, Aji’s hand flew to the hilt of the Shadow Blade, and in one fluid motion, he drew it from its sheath. He poured every ounce of his inner power into the dark steel—and in an instant, the blade erupted into flames so intense they seemed to drink the very air around them, casting a crimson glow that pushed back the greenish haze of Lodra’s attack. With a roar that echoed through the charred forest, Aji charged forward, his body moving like a streak of fire to meet the monstrous energy form head-on. The collision of the two great forces was unavoidable—a cataclysmic clash that sent shockwaves rippling through th

A thunderous collision erupted between them. Aji was sent stumbling backward seven full steps, while Lodra slid only five—two steps shorter. A wide grin spread across the old man’s face as he measured Aji’s strength against his own, confident that his inner power surpassed the younger warrior’s. “Prepare to join my men in the afterlife, bastard!” Lodra roared, then launched himself forward with blistering speed, aiming for Aji who stood ready to meet the attack. The hand-to-hand combat that followed was a blur of motion. Aji quickly realized that the old man’s power far exceeded that of the twelve guardians he had slain. At first, he was caught off guard by Lodra’s speed, dodging with all his might—but another strike came from the side, accompanied by a massive aura that pressed down on his body like a mountain. “So fast!” Aji was forced to block, and the impact sent him reeling backward once more. “You’re a fascinating warrior,” Lo

At the sound of Lodra’s shout, Aji’s charging body came to an abrupt halt. “Attack him—or I’ll kill you myself!” Lodra roared again from the distance, his voice laced with venom. Aji turned his gaze toward Lodra, his eyes cold. “Wait your turn. You’ll get yours soon enough.” Lodra’s threat left the twelve guardians with no choice. To die at Aji’s hand or Lodra’s—either way, death seemed inevitable. They might as well fight. “Form the formation!” the one-eyed leader yelled, his voice strained with fear but steady with resolve. Once more, the Twelve Guardians of Prince Dananjaya leaped into position, their bodies moving in unison to create their defensive weave. Terror still gnawed at their hearts, but they pushed it down, throwing themselves into the attack with reckless courage. Aji greeted them with a faint smile. The Shadow Blade blazed with fierce flames, and its heat alone made their strikes clumsy and half-hearted. Worse still, they were thrown into confusion every time th

Slowly but surely, the crimson aura pouring from the Shadow Blade sent the temperature in the forest soaring, wrapping the air in a sweltering haze. Trees began to wither, their leaves dropping in thick drifts as they struggled to reduce water loss against the scorching heat. Even the moss on the ground curled and turned brown, and the air grew so dry it felt like breathing fire.“Hold the formation! Draw on the forest’s moisture to dampen the heat! Do not fear the warmth from his sword!” shouted the one-eyed guardian, his voice cutting through the oppressive air like a blade.At his command, the twelve raised their hands, calling forth the natural essence of the forest—the dampness from the soil, the mist from hidden streams, the dew still clinging to the few remaining leaves. They drew this moisture into a shimmering veil around themselves, then drew their weapons and charged once more.“You place far too much faith in that formation of yours!” Aji roared, his voice echoing through

“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