Novels by Alfonzo Perez

Jaya turned his gaze toward Aji, and the handsome warrior responded with a subtle nod—wordlessly agreeing to accept their new acquaintance’s offer of shelter. There was trust in that small gesture, born of the bond they had forged through shared trials and mutual respect, and Jaya knew that whatever lay ahead, Aji would stand beside him.The man—whose kindness had already saved him from the king’s soldiers—led them through the quiet streets of the village, his steps steady as he guided them toward the far end where his home stood. The sun was beginning to dip toward the western hills, painting the sky in shades of amber and violet, and the air carried the sweet scent of jasmine from the gardens that lined the village lanes. As they walked, villagers paused to watch them pass—some with curiosity, others with gratitude for the warrior who had rid their tavern of the king’s oppressive spies.When they reached their destination, Aji’s eyes widened in quiet surprise. Before them stood not

“And what is worse—we common folk are worth nothing in the eyes of His Majesty. He has placed spies in every corner of the kingdom, watching our every move and listening to our every word. If any of us dare to criticize him, or speak ill of his rule, we are swiftly arrested and thrown into prison—sometimes never to be seen again.”“Then why do you dare to speak against him now, sir?” Aji asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. “Do you not fear being thrown into chains for your words?”The man let out a short, bitter laugh as he set down his cup, his weathered hands wrapping around the warm clay as if drawing strength from its heat. “I dare because what I say is true—and I fear only when I know I am in the wrong. That is the principle I have lived by all my days. To die now for speaking the truth, or to die later from hunger and hardship under his rule—it makes little difference to me. In the end, all men must face death, and I would rather meet it with honesty on my lips than wi

The journey to the Kingdom of Kalingga stretched long and winding before them, a path that would take nearly fourteen days to traverse through rolling hills, dense forests, and sun-baked plains. Along the way, Aji, Ratih, and Jaya found themselves time and again coming to the aid of travelers and villagers alike—rescuing merchant caravans from bandits who prowled the lonely roads, helping families resolve bitter disputes that threatened to tear their communities apart, and offering shelter to those left stranded by misfortune. Thus far, no obstacle had slowed their progress; the roads were clear, the weather kind, and their spirits high as they pressed onward toward their destination. Yet they knew their route would lead them first through the Royal City of Suryanegara—a place of great renown, whose golden spires had once stood as a symbol of peace and prosperity across the land.On the eighth day of their travels, as the towering walls of Suryanegara began to rise on the horizon like

Ratih’s heart soared with a lightness she had rarely known, buoyed by the warmth of her husband’s words and the tenderness of his touch. Aji’s compliments flowed from his lips like honeyed streams of gold—each phrase carefully crafted to make her feel cherished, adored, and as if she were the very center of his world. Beyond his gift for praise, he carried himself with a thoughtful grace that spoke to a deeply romantic soul, often surprising her with small gestures of love: a wildflower tucked into her hair, a quiet word spoken just for her ears, or a look that held the promise of endless devotion.“Aji—are there any more captives still within the compound?” Jaya called out as the couple approached him, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night. His tiger eyes—still gleaming with the faint light of battle—scanned the smoldering ruins behind them, though he already suspected what the answer would be.Aji shook his head slowly, his dark hair falling in gentle waves across his for

“That sword… How in the heavens can he possibly command such power?” Bidara whispered to her husband, her weathered face pale with a mixture of awe and terror as she stared at the lightning-wreathed blade in Jaya’s hand. The weapon seemed to pulse with a life of its own, casting brilliant white light across the dark corridor and illuminating every crack in the stone walls.“I know not,” her husband replied, his voice low and urgent as he glanced toward the nearest exit. “Whatever the case, we must find a way to escape this place—now, before it is too late.”“Escape? We would be hunted to the ends of the earth if we flee!” she snapped, her eyes flashing with desperation and pride. “We have no choice but to fight, my love! It seems the odds are stacked against us, but surrender is not in our blood.”Her husband nodded slowly, his jaw set with grim determination. Together, they settled into sturdy battle stances—their feet planted wide, their bodies coiled like springs ready to unleash d

The clang of steel against steel still echoed through the courtyard as Jaya parried the third elder’s strike—but even as the blade rebounded from his own, he knew he had no time to waste. Two more attacks were already closing in, their points gleaming with deadly intent as they aimed for his chest and left shoulder. With fluid precision, he twisted his wrist and swept his sword in a wide arc, deflecting both blades with a sharp clang and clang that cut through the night air.The sound of clashing weapons rang out repeatedly, a harsh metallic symphony that filled every corner of the sect’s outer grounds. Jaya could feel the energy of the battle building within him—his muscles burned with exertion, and the night sweat beaded on his brow—but he refused to let fatigue slow his movements. Growing weary of the prolonged skirmish, he drew deep from his inner reserves, channeling the ancient power that flowed through his veins into every fiber of his being. His speed increased dramatically, h

“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