Novels by Alfonzo Perez

The great hall of Cakrabuana Palace stood bathed in the warm glow of alabaster torches, their flames dancing against walls carved with scenes of ancient heroism and divine blessing. When word reached the throne that two travelers had arrived bearing tidings from the troubled borderlands, King Wanajaya rose from his private chambers with palpable surprise—for he had not expected any messengers so soon, not with the campaign against the rebellion still underway in the eastern marches. With robes of deep sapphire silk flowing behind him like a river of midnight, the sovereign made haste through the palace corridors, his footsteps echoing against polished marble floors as he moved toward the audience chamber.At the sound of his approach, Rangga and Bargowo bowed low, their backs straight as spears despite the weariness that clung to their travel-stained garments. Their hands rested over their hearts in the ancient gesture of fealty to the Crown.“We offer our deepest respects, Your Majes

The warriors recoiled as if struck by lightning, their eyes wide with a terror that crept like cold mist through their veins. For the handsome man before them—his gaze as sharp as obsidian shards—seemed to peer straight into the deepest recesses of their souls, laying bare every thought, every doubt, every flicker of deceit that lurked within. The weight of his scrutiny pressed down upon them like a mountain, and their fear swelled until it threatened to consume them whole.“Very well,” Aji said suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade through silk. “I shall not carry word of your transgressions to His Majesty the King. But you must swear, upon your honor and the lives of your kin, that you will never again walk the path of darkness you have trod thus far. Should I hear even a single whisper that any warrior of Sarirejo has repeated such atrocities, retribution will fall upon every last one of you—a punishment so severe it will echo through the ages of your domain.

“And now, what is it that you desire, Duke?” Aji’s lips curved into a grin as sharp as shards of obsidian, revealing the feral, unforgiving edge that lay beneath his usually composed demeanor. “You may freely lavish your touch and base desires upon any woman your whims command—but never upon mine. I care not how many innocent souls you have trodden beneath your boots, how many lives you have stained with the filth of your transgressions. This very day, I have beheld with mine own eyes the proof that warrants nothing less than your final reckoning: death itself.” With each word, his grip tightened around the Duke’s throat, constricting the airways until the nobleman’s breath came in ragged, desperate gasps.The assembled warriors in the grand hall stood frozen as statues carved from stone, not daring to shift so much as a finger. Their leader’s life hung by a thread thinner than spider silk, leaving them adrift in a sea of confusion and fear. To make matters worse, Bargowo stood at the

Aji stood frozen in stunned disbelief, his mind racing to reconcile the stark contrast between the present moment and the warm welcome they had received only hours before. The previous night, the guards of Sarirejo had greeted them with open arms—offering shelter, warm food, and a safe place to rest their weary bodies after days of traveling the dusty roads. Yet now, as the morning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard, those same soldiers surrounded them with drawn swords, their faces set in grim lines that brooked no argument.“But on what grounds are we forbidden to leave your lands, sir?” Aji asked, his voice steady despite the knot of unease tightening in his chest. “What wrong have we done to earn such treatment? We entered with your permission, and have abided by every rule of your domain since our arrival.”“You violated the established curfew when you crossed into the lands of Sarirejo,” one of the soldiers declared, his tone flat and unyielding. He stood at the front of

Please accept my apologies—this chapter was meant to come before The Prohibition of Leaving the Domain.**********“There remain no other courses of action for us at present. Should you possess any stratagem to bring him low, speak it forthwith!” declared the other voice, its tone sharp with urgency.“Have you all already resolved to meet your deaths?” Aji scoffed, the obsidian blade of his Shadow Sword glinting as he leveled its point at the four figures arrayed before him. “Do not presume that I shall suffer any of you to draw breath a moment longer!” he thundered, each syllable carrying the weight of unyielding resolve.“Damn our fortune! We have chosen the wrong adversary entirely!” one of them gasped, stumbling backward as the air around them crackled with latent power.“It is not that we have chosen ill,” countered a second, their voice steady despite the tremor in their stance, “but rather that our sacred charge commands us to guard the depths of this ancient woodland, and to p

“My heartfelt thanks, good sir,” Aji spoke, his voice carrying the quiet gravitas of a noble Duke. As he uttered the words, his gaze shifted gracefully to his side, where Ratih now stood—her form poised and serene, a steadfast companion through every trial they had faced.With the fluid agility of one born to the saddle, the handsome Duke vaulted onto his steed’s powerful back and urged the creature forward, its hooves striking the earth with rhythmic purpose as they carved a swift path through the sprawling forest. Rangga and Bargowo had already spurred their own horses ahead, their faces lifted with relief—for the shadow of conflict that had hung over them was now vanquished, and they believed no further peril would bar their way.“By fortune’s grace, I watched over the fray from the highest branches of the ancient oaks,” the hunchbacked elder murmured once Aji and his companions had vanished into the forest’s deepening shadows. “He sensed my presence from the very first clash of st

“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