Bathala Philippine Mythology Novels & Stories

She explained to me what it was: A manananggal is a witch that visits village after village and hunts at night. What she likes to feed on our unborn fetuses. When she's hungry she separates from her body with just the torso, then her back sprouts wings and flies, leaving the lower half behind. Once she finds a suitable victim, she alights on the house and inserts her tongue through the roof. The tongue is long, hollow, and very flexible. She uses it to puncture the womb of the sleeping pregnant woman and suck out the fetus. She is a beautiful woman in her human form; she seduces and lures men to her lair and eats them alive. To destroy her, one should search for the lower torso that she leav

The walls became distant and transparent, as though the tower had been reduced to an afterthought. The tribunal chamber suddenly felt small. Bathala stood taller without moving. His presence filled the room. Filled memories. Filled the oldest, most hidden places where human arrogance tried to pretend it was safe. The Sombras did not drop to their knees. Their bodies simply could not remain upright. Hiraya made a wounded sound, half sob, half prayer, torn from her throat without consent. “I am Bathala,” he said; his voice did not echo. It resonated. It settled into bone and stayed there. “And your daughter has dislodged a hierarchy older than your lineage.”

The following day, Libulan didn’t come. *Lihangin - God of the Wind *Lidagat - Goddess of the Sea to be continued

Very, very strong… and ancient… Take note that the Balete is what’s referred to in English as the strangler fig. Filipinos believe that supernatural creatures reside in the trees that have them, and Balete Drive has a lot of them (hence the name), so they stay away from the area either out of respect or out of fear.

He clicked the link, which this time took him to a Wikipedia page. Scanning the text, Father Ward found a more detailed description of Baal-hammon: a fertility god of sky, harvest and prosperity. Also, similar to Molech, many of Baal-hammon’s followers sacrificed their children as burnt offerings. the cross-shaped fire pit A fragment from his nightmare came to him, of a little girl screaming obscenities and things in a strange, inhuman tongue . . . fuck me priest! go ahead and fuck me! motherfucking ph’nglui mglw’nafh hastur!

A demigod is an offspring of a God and a mortal. However, there’s still something off. We both looked at Orlene when she spoke. “Wait! You said that your parents asked you to help us. Is there any reason why?” That’s what I’ve been thinking for quite a while! Niara and Arius both sighed, “We…actually don’t know.” I looked in front of me when Niara spoke. “We only know that Bathala ordered our parents.” Wait, Bathala? “WOOOW! Bathala as in the King of Gods?!” I winced when Orlene spoke.

Just who is this master, really? My intuition brought me back to a recollection of a very slight fact about it when I was helping Thalia in finding details about the legendary Kampilan. It took me quite the research about weaponry in the pre-colonial times that time and I can't be wrong about this weapon. If I am not mistaken, that's the powerful Sinalawatan owned by one of Bathala's allied Gods and Goddesses. That God used to protect the mountains until he turned into the God of the Seas.

"We are fairies, Luna. And you are one of us." Wait, did she just tell her she was one of them? Meaning, a fairy?! Her? A F-A-I-R-Y?! Written all over Luna's face was disbelief. How can she be a fairy?! --------------------------------- A/N: Bathala - a god in Philipine mythology

Ambrosio laughed. He was referring to Ikapati and Mapulon, the god of seasons, prized daughter. Every Queen Aswang was connected to her: Princess Anagolay, the daughter of lost things. Anagolay was sacred to the children of the Ikapati Tribe, and the child goddess offered wandering baby aswang and humans alike special protection against Tikbalang hunters and trickster wind spirits. Catarina smiled like a knife, her violet lips, crimson eyes, and bronzy skin shining like a wind chime.

His presence was both calming and awe-inspiring, a reminder of his omnipotence. Without hesitation, every soul in the afterlife bowed in reverence, including Alingat and me. Our foreheads touched the ground, acknowledging the majesty of Bathala. The air was filled with the whispers of the souls, their soft murmurs of respect and adoration. Bathala's gaze swept across the lake, his eyes piercing the veil between the worlds. He saw all, knew all, and his wisdom was beyond mortal comprehension. As the souls rose from their bowed positions, Bathala's voice boomed, "Rise, and let us speak of the mortal realm." His words carried weight, and I knew that whatever he had come to discuss would be of g