Panlaban Sa Aswang Novels & Stories

May awtoridad na sagot nito. Hindi ko napigilang mapatawa ng malakas. Ginaya ko iyong tawa ng mga kontrabida na napapanood ko sa tv. Gusto ko siyang asarin at tumalab yata kasi biglang tumiim ang panga nito. Tumigil ako sa pagtawa at dinuro ko siya. "You don't tell me what to do. Hindi mo ako tauhan dito para manduhan kong ano ang dapat at hindi ko dapat gawin."

No matter how I tried hard to act unconcerned, the anxiety was cringing all over my state of sanity. I went down the pantry. It was a hidden life-sized room where they store their eccentric delicacy. I just learned from Allyssa how she, her mother, and the seer managed to stay strong without having a feast on humans for a long time, unlike their clanmates. During the monthly ceremonial, three of them stayed behind to provide their fellow Aswang, the power of being unseen to the human eyes. After the ritual day, some alive humans which usually was a pregnant women, was tricked inside the mansion, in the pantry for them to devour on.

I tore a piece of paper out of a notebook on the desk and scribbled a note to Finn: 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

SIDAPA “SIDAPA, why are you swarmed by black butterflies?” Libulan asked. He had just arrived, and the first thing he noticed were these butterflies that were fluttering all over the place. “Don’t mind them,” I said, and continued carving new lifeline marks again on the tree. “You’re allowed to sit,” I added when I saw him still staring at me, or rather the butterflies around me. I met Libulan a week ago. He injured his leg when he fell down from the sky. He told me that he was hiding from the sea serpent, Bakunawa. For some reason, he asked if it was okay that we see each other again and I agreed without much argument.

Probably thinking we were too old enough para maglaro ng habulan. Oh yeah right. Habulan nga talaga. Ang kaibahan nga lang, posibleng ikakamatay namin kapag magpapahuli kami sa mga pesting humahabol sa'min ngayon. The moment na makarating kami sa gilid ng hindi sementadong daan palabas ng San Isidro, tagaktak na ng pawis ang noo ko while gasping for air. Whereas Mr. Del Fuero himself, parang hindi man lang ito pinagpawisan at hinihingal sa takbuhan namin.

Picture 'yun noong naging witch ako. After a minute a notification popped up. Marc Sanchez reacted HAHA of your photo Monica Salbacion reacted Heart of your photo Hugo Salbacion commented on your photo I clicked it Hugo Salbacion - Pwedeng pakulam? ;-) Amaryliss Altazar - Sino ipapakulam mo? Hugo Salbacion - Pwede bang kulamin ng mangkukulam ang sarili niya? Napakunot ang noo ko

Tumango ako. At pagbalik namin... Andun si Jin... Pumwesto din... Di bale napagitnaan ako. Halatang di nagkikibuan ang dalawa. "Guys...ito na ang subject niyo." Bumukas ang kurtina... At halos takpan ko ang mga mata ko. Ang laswa eh! Isang babaeng h***d...hawak ang isang mansanas... at yung lalaki naman nakayakap dito.

After the visit, Honorado died. Luna was bewildered by what she read. Her grandfather always told her stories about mystical creatures, aswang he would call them. There were other creatures such as tikbalang, tiktik, duwende, and many more. But she never knew that there were other people like them, guardians of different kinds. Why would her grandfather keep it from her?

Sila ay mga tao na naghahanap lang ng puwang sa isang mundong puno ng kasinungalingan. Biglang namatay ang lahat ng kandila. Isang putok ng baril ang umalingawngaw. "Panni!" sigaw ni Jinyan. Isang matinding kalabog ang narinig, kasunod ng hiyaw ni Chen. Sa dilim, may mga aninong naglalaban-laban. Naramdaman ni Panni na may humila sa kanya—isang maliit at malamig na kamay.

Kawawang insekto! “Lagot ka! Mamamatay-hayop! Mumultuhin ka niyan mamaya, sige ka…” pananakot ko rito at muntik na akong matawa nang mabanaag ang inosenteng takot sa mata nito. I fished out the black hanky from my back pocket to wipe his palm. “Mag-sorry ka sa butterfly. Bad ang ginawa mo…” I saw his lips quivered. “S-so…rry…”