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

With a fluid, cat-like motion, Aji dropped his body low—so low his chest nearly brushed the earth—allowing Ki Ageng’s first blow to slice harmlessly through the air above his head. In the same breath, the young man launched a counterstrike, his fist streaking toward the old warrior’s midsection like a viper striking its prey. But Ki Ageng was no mere fighter to be caught so easily; his hands shot out, clasping around Aji’s wrist with an iron grip, and he was pushed back several steps, his boots scraping against the dusty ground as he fought to maintain his balance.Once he had steadied himself, Ki Ageng planted his feet firmly, his stance wide and unshakable—like a great oak rooted in the soil. Aji, however, stood tall and relaxed, his posture so casual it was as if he were waiting for a friend, not facing a battle that could cost him his life.Ki Ageng lunged forward again, his fist flying toward Aji’s chest with blinding speed. But again, the young man evaded it effortlessly, shifti

"Are these the very ones who butchered our hundred soldiers yesterday, Ki?" Trisno asked, his voice carrying over the rumble of hooves as he rode beside Ki Ageng, his eyes fixed on the dark figures looming ahead like storm clouds on the horizon."If you ask me that, then who in the name of the gods am I supposed to ask?" Ki Ageng grumbled, a sharp edge of irritation in his tone—but anyone who knew him would hear the undercurrent of affection that always softened his words when speaking to Trisno.Trisno let out a soft, knowing chuckle, for he was well aware that the old man could never truly stay angry with him, no matter how sharp his words might seem."Forward!" Ki Ageng roared, his voice cutting through the air like a battle horn, giving the order that would set his army in motion. The twin spears slung across his back caught the morning light, their silver blades glinting with a cold promise of violence—weapons that had lain dormant for decades, now awakened once more. He slowed h

"It seems the Prince is displeased with my decision," Trisno said, his voice soft with concern, as the sound of Aji’s footsteps faded into the distance."I do not know what else to do, Trisno," Ki Ageng replied, letting out a heavy sigh that seemed to drain the strength from his shoulders. "The Prince himself told me his father—the Duke—ordered him to stay in this village until the assault is over. If anything were to happen to him, I would be in more trouble than I could ever hope to escape.""And what of your suspicion about the Prince?" Darto interjected, his eyes fixed on Ki Ageng. "From what I saw of his face just now, there was not a hint of deceit in it—not one flicker that suggested he was hiding something.""In truth, I saw no signs of lies either," Ki Ageng admitted, rising from his chair and walking toward a tall, dark cabinet in the corner of the room. "But still ... there is something unsettling in my mind. Whether it is fear speaking, or something more, I cannot say."Da

"Enough of this talk now. When I speak with him, watch his face closely—every flicker of emotion, every shift of his eyes," Ki Ageng murmured, his voice low and weighted with purpose. There was a sharpness in his gaze now, a focus that spoke of a mind already at work, weaving threads of observation into a tapestry of truth.Darto and Trisno nodded in silent agreement, their eyes wide with the gravity of the task before them. Then Trisno turned and walked toward the door, his steps steady despite the flutter of unease in his chest, and pulled it open."Enter, Prince," he said, swinging the door wide to welcome Aji into the room, his voice carrying the deference that was due to one of royal birth.Aji stepped across the threshold with a stride as firm and unwavering as a mountain’s foundation, his form cutting an imposing figure against the soft light of the chamber. He moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior and the poise of a prince who had been raised to command respect—every gest

"Master, if we are to hasten this assault, when might you deem the most propitious hour?" inquired Prince Dananjaya, his gaze fixed upon the aged figure who had long served as his mentor. There was a weight of urgency in his voice, yet it carried the dignified poise befitting one of royal blood, his eyes narrowing slightly as he awaited the wisdom that was to come."The eve of the day after next, as dawn draws nigh," replied Suryorojo in a tone as crisp and unyielding as winter’s first frost, his words falling like pebbles into still water—brief, but sending ripples of consequence through the air."Why must it be in the dark, Master? Would we not court our own peril by striking when shadows cloak the earth?" Prince Dananjaya’s brow furrowed deeply, the lines of doubt etching themselves across his forehead like ancient runes carved into stone. He had always been one to question, to seek understanding beyond the surface of things, and this plan seemed to defy all logic he had been taugh

Ki Ageng pressed his fingers to his brow, his mind wandering like a ship adrift in a foggy sea, settling at last on the grim tale of the three hundred soldiers massacred at the small forest outpost. The very thought of it sent a shiver down his spine—so many lives snuffed out in the blink of an eye, leaving only silence and blood in their wake.“Could these events be connected?” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath, yet heavy with the weight of suspicion. His sharp gaze pierced the man who had brought him this terrible news, as if he could wrench the truth from his very soul with a single look. “Was there no survivor? No one left to tell us what truly happened?”“None, Ki,” the man replied, his own voice hollow with despair. “Every last one of them met a grisly end.”A deep, weary sigh escaped Ki Ageng’s lips. In that moment, the shadow of Prince Dananjaya’s failed plans crept into his thoughts, coiling around his heart like a cold serpent. For two long years, every detail