Aswang Philippines Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that, like, Aswang Capital?” "Aswang" was a catch-all term for a host of mythical monsters that were mostly female ghouls and shape-shifters, making Capiz a cross between Philippine Salem and Philippine Transylvania. “Yes,” Mrs. Lapuz replied solemnly, her voice soft and her face splotchy with shadows. “That’s the secret I need to tell you now that you’re about to turn eighteen. I need to pass to you… the stone.” Kate’s eyes bulged even more and their pupils dilated. She was trying to discern from her ma’s face if she was serious but it wasn’t easy in such proximity. It didn’t help either that her parents had always been kind of tight-lipped about details of their own childhoods.

“No. Vampires make new vampires by draining people of blood and then feeding them their own blood. Werewolves make new werewolves by having baby werewolves. Vampires live forever unless they’re killed. Werewolves get old and die. Vampires like to be powerful among humans. To run big businesses. Werewolves usually keep to themselves.” “They are… not the same evil creatures?” Tala still looks scared. “What were you told about all this?” I ask her. Maybe if we know what she thinks she knows, it will help us understand why she’s afraid. Mind you, there’s good reason to be scared of vampires. “Aswang,” she whispers. “They are all aswang. The vampire, the manananggal, the weredog, the witch and th

Francis ordered, urging them to move further. They barely took a step forward when a trio of cultist led by an Aswang appeared from the door of the nearest house. Lukas dove, his stomach flat on the floor before he open fire. Nagar was behind him, firing his own rifle at the line of enemies. Their bullets penetrated through the body of the Aswang and hit the two other cultists behind it. The last one was terminated by Francis' team. Lukas turned at their direction to see them stepping over a Tikbalang's corpse. One of Francis' subordinates was carrying a soldier with a missing left arm.

"Aye, blondie! You're the famous biologist Rose Smith, right? Don't you know that the Domminga Mountains are the home of Ikapati Tribe of Aswang? They steal babies to grow their fruit with the bones of newborn villagers. And the Tikbalang are no better, deathly horses that stampede the dreams out of you, leaving you a shell! There are no warrior shamans around here to protect you, no wise women or priestesses. This is rough man terrain, no place for a short blonde American." He honked his horn, tipped his baseball cap, and Rose just smiled, boarding the bus and tipping him generously. "I don't worry about fairytales, Daniel. C'mon little brother, I gotta tag some Philippine Eagles for Stanfo

I thought this man said nasty things about me. Oh no… wait! Maybe this man is trying to lure Mrs. Li. What if this man is like the folklore creatures called ‘aswang’ in this country? Yeah... that's right! What if aswang is true? I saw how his eyes turned red last night and only an aswang could do that based on stories as old as the pre-colonial period here in this country started. What is aswang? Well… Aswang is the usual term for most of those shape-shifting evil creatures in Filipino folklore. The aswang is the subject of a wide variety of myths, stories, arts, and movies, as it is well known throughout the Philippines.

Lumabas ako ng pasilyo, napansin ko ang ilan sa aking mga kasama ang pagtawag sa kanilang mga pamilya, meron isang nakatingin sa larawan ng kanyang anak at asawa, mayro'ng nagpapadala ng mensahe sa telepono at ilang humihiling ng dasal, inilabas ko ang aking telepono at nagsimula akong magsulat at magpadala ng mensahe pagkatapos ay nagpatuloy ako lumayo sa pasilyo habang patuloy kong naririnig ang kahol ng aso na di kalaunay umalulong na ito sa ilalim ng poste. Miyembro kami ng Philippine Special Action Force ng 5th Special Action Battalion, 51st Special Action Company na nakabase sa Camp Bohe Saillang, Sanga-Sanga, Bongao, Tawi-Tawi. Ang aming misyon ay hulihin ang isang nangngangalang Ibnu

I reached down and grabbed a piece of paper with Everest’s handwriting on it. Finn, I couldn’t stay after everything that happened. Please don’t come after me. This is what I found out about Aswang – Kill them with a wooden stake in the base of the skull and then bury them under the earth. Otherwise, they come back. When I know more, I’ll let Caleb know. Good luck, stay safe. Everest

They have mostly the preys they salivated that serves as their meals during their transformation phase. Aswang, as what Sir John Dave explained and shown me, were traditionally feral beasts and inherently evil by nature, with no explicable motives beyond harming and devouring other creatures. Their overtly evil behavior has no bias when selecting their prey and will not hesitate to target their own kin. It was with the exception of the matriarch Madame Maida, my mate Allyssa, who was perceived as the strongest of them all, and the seer Iris Meritis for her distinct power to see the past and the future.