Bathala Philippine Mythology Novels & Stories

As the alpha of the pack, Balthazar was made to sit on an ancient stool carved out from an old oak tree where rituals were made, and the goddess and gods consulted in the past till now. The carvings on the stool had a one-horned hermaphrodite goat, a mermaid, a seal, and markings written in Arabic believed to be an incantation. Balthazar was made to wear a piece of white silk material embroidered with red thread at the hem. It only covered his man area. The rest of his body was naked, only men were allowed to come for the ceremony. The only female that could attend was the enchantress who was believed to be the eye of the gods.

The Philippines is one of the Southeast Asian countries that have rich culture even before her husband's descendant conquers. The Binatbatan Festival traces its roots from the abel weaving industry of Vigan that existed even before the Spaniards came to colonize the Philippines. It comes from the word batbat, a pair of bamboo sticks used to separate cotton pods that come from a tall tree called kapas sanglay. The word "kapas" from kapas sanglay means "cotton" in Ilocano.

Bathal hummed and shook his head, as tears welled in his eyes at the thought of killing his son. His boy. Galathea’s greatest gift to him. And he almost killed him. Almost. “You do not know love, Ursula. You do not understand a bond between two souls. Galathea is my mate, even in death she still is.” Bathal pursed his lips then let out a soft sob and a wail. A cry and tears that he held onto finally fell from his eyes. “Her presence brings lull to my weary soul. Her breath obscures the fear in my heart, knowing that I have another day — a lifetime with her. She means more to me than you can imagine. She was the blessing the moon goddess gave me when I was lost in darkness. She knows nothing

“UGH, that surely is a new experience. So, you are truly God, it is an honor of mine to meet you! And even have the chance to converse with you like this.” “Yes, I am God, the one above all and creator of everything, God Bathala. You can just call me Bathala. It’s also great to have this kind of conversation with a human once in a while.” “Oh yes, about this place-” “Oh, this, this is my realm, the highest plain of which I reside and only I can enter, not even the other gods have the power nor permission to come here. I was actually very surprised when you got inside, I didn’t consider the possibility that someone who isn’t even a god, a normal human was able to enter here. You were very luc

It was just sad that there were really so few pieces of information online as the local gods worshipped by their ancestors were nowhere as famous as the Greek, Roman, Chinese, Japanese, and Norse deities. Amongst the so-called first generation gods, Bathala the Great Creator, was naturally the most famous. Although it was only in the country, songs and novels using his name circulated. On the other hand, Sitan, Chief Deity of the Underworld was somebody unfamiliar. Moreover, his name was often misinterpreted as a localized, if not wrong spelling, version of that particular snake slash evil entity from Christian texts. Ley tried to browse the other list of deities. But the more he looked at i

My bewilderment deepened, rendering me utterly perplexed. "Yes, a helping hand. Have you ever heard of the 'Teardrop of Goddess Natalí'?" she inquired. I shook my head, admitting my ignorance. My knowledge of Goddess Natalí was limited to her being the deity of life and fertility, worshipped by the people of Nayak alongside her consort, Nati, the God of war and death. Beyond that, my understanding was lacking, as we were not particularly religious in Ruqgu.

Makikita sa loob ang mga characters na tulad ng mag-ina sa The Grudge, Sadako sa The Ring, mga samurai, ghoul sa Tokyo Ghoul at iba pa. Ang ikalawang palasyo ay Filipino-inspired. Isang mala-kaharian ng engkanto sa gitna ng gubat kung saan makikita ang mga engkanto, kapre, duwende, maligno, aswang, at kung anu-ano pa.

Abantay asked. "Sitan, when his pure blood servants haven't materialized in our world yet, my parents, and their parents and their parents before them were already devout worshippers of that deity. All of us, one tribe, worshipping that esoteric deity while using Islam as a cover to our true religion." He laughed, "I, for one, thought that it was all crap. However, the followers of Bathala and some of the Tikbalangs allied to them came and slaughtered everyone in my village. I was a teenager back then." He pointed at the scar on his left eye, that when illuminated bright enough, was visible. "They gave me this." "What's with the life story?" Nagar asked.

One frozen. Then they settled on me. I was standing in the center of his camp in a frayed mine-issue shift with obsidian hair loose past my waist and blood on my right palm from the ground impact and a face that was doing exactly nothing. A girl, I watched him think. A child. "What," he said slowly, "in the name of Bathala's teeth—" "Tomas sends a message," I said. "The settlements in this territory are no longer available for extortion." Bago stared at me. Then he laughed. A genuine laugh, short and disbelieving, the laugh of someone who has encountered something so far outside their expected category that their threat response hasn't activated yet.

He gave me a full smile revealing his perfectly white teeth, his canines sharp. "Yes and no." "What does that even mean." I quizzed, giving an awkward laugh as we headed out into the hallway. Balthazar walked through the halls leading the way as if he had been here a thousand times. He, indeed, was quick at learning everything. "It means that I am a deity, but I also have a form too. While the other deities can create life and give them magic, they are never able to shift. But for me to create demons, I had to become one. That's why I'm so much stronger than my siblings or any of the other gods and goddesses. I thrive off of two kinds of power, one coming from magic and the other, well, you