Bidadari Tanpa Sayap Novels & Stories

Unlike the others, Mikaela couldn’t join the hospital visit to Nate three months ago. Mikaela stands up and confidently answers: “There are two. The normal paper plane and the bat plane.” What Mikaela is referring to is the Filipino kids’ version with curled-up wings. You grab a pen and twist each wing around it like a hair roller. “I think that second one,” Nate says, “is more for decorative purposes or acrobatic feats. The real bat plane flaps its wings as it flies.” Seven pairs of eyes widen.

"But what about me? So… I was also born without love and blood?” Tiffany smiled wider. “That brings us to the second point, which is an angel must be fair. Other than Fairy Godmother or Jin in a bottle that can grant certain people's wishes. Bidadari's job is more than that, so favoritism is abstinence for us. So that's what I did, being fair to everyone."

The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's. Catarina had a secret: she abhorred human flesh. Having gone to college for Biology in Manila, Catarina had genetically engineered fruits: mangoes, lanzones, calamansi for teas - everything jade and green under the sun of Bathala that produced the florid juices of the jungle - into sustenance for aswang, with human proteins.