Dumangan Philippine Mythology Novels & Stories

Lumapit na ito sa pinto upang isara ito. Agad naman akong napabuntong hininga at nagsimulang humakbang sa kabinet upang buksan ito. Pawisang lumabas si Danilo— hindi katulad nang nakita kong lalaki na medyo maputi dahil ito’y kulay kayumanggi ang kutis niya. Pilipinong-pilipino kung tawagin at halatang-halata sa kanyang balat ngunit mas lalo itong nakadagdag ng kanyang kagwapuhan.

Because of my constant cravings for the first two months, Jon and Jana decided to sleep in my house at night just to make sure that I am safe. Even Tata and Nana told me that it is much better if I'll have someone with me inside the house. They said that a pregnant woman alone in a house is way too dangerous, most especially if the aswang can smell my and my baby. Aswang. That's what they call here. It's a mythical creature in the Philippine that turns their body into half every 12:00 in the evenings, and most of their targets are pregnant women. It creeped me out, and I was so paranoid with my baby's safety too so I agreed to if. They're right. It would be more safe if I had someone with me

- Bobby I am still confused about what is happening why Papa is so tense half of our group are still sleeping and they were carried by those who don't "what is the update?"- Bobby "its hard to tell but that flying zombie was too fast its like a MANANANGAL in myth"- Phil -MANANAGAL= FROM A FILIPINO FOLKLORE THAT CAN SPLIT ITS BODY AND FLY USING ITS ENORMOUS WINGS. ITS FAVORITE FOOD IS HUMAN HEART- "haaa!?"- Dessa "just like what you heard theres a flying zombie in the rooftop"- Jimboy

"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

She explained. “In this world, there are different types of power such as Kidlattol, magic used by Arius. Hangineryo, a wind power, it’s a power that is used by Niara. There are also different types of powers to every deity…” Then she stopped. “An example is me, I use Tubigatan, a water magic. The two most powerful are Liwanagan and Diliman. Liwanagan is a light power while Diliman is the opposite. It is a dark, forbidden magic. Well your power is not as powerful as Bathala is. I could say that half of it, still it is powerful.” She explained as my serious eyes were fixed on the table. Trying to obtain the information, she’s giving.

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.

He is supposed to be a boy. Vian Justine Galani. She’s a Diwata. A nymph, as their current country calls them. She has shoulder-length bob cut hair, a tall and lean figure, and a fair complexion. They traveled from the Philippines because of a call for help of one of their kind. They haven’t tried going back yet. Her father laughed heartily as her mother set the cup of tea on the table beside his chair. She just sighed as Vian was walking back and forth. It’s kinda embarrassing and annoying. They didn’t even check their information.

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

“Listen, Nya, I have no control over what kingdom leaders tell their subjects. No one has ever said that the sacrifices would be eaten. We don’t even call them sacrifices! They’re donations.” “Donations?” she repeated, thinking that sounded ridiculous. “Yes! From each kingdom. Maybe your father’s ancestors decided it would be best if a donation’s parents and family thought they were dead so that they wouldn’t come looking for them. All I know is that your father likely knows the truth, or at least his father before him.”

“You remember my girlfriend, Akira Basilio.” “They know who I am.” Akira grinned before waving a hand towards the tombstones. “Hello.” The burnt candle wicks crackled and it made the flames dance for a second, almost as if Nanang and Papang were actually present there responding to their gestures. All Soul’s Day pulled emotion and symbolism from anyone who has lost someone, but Akira knew better. She knew that flames dancing was just the wind, weird images in the mirror were just lighting tricks, and sleep paralysis demons who watch people in their sleep were just products of an overactive imagination.