Philippine Mythology Bathala Novels & Stories

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.

“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

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.

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.

Mara laughed; this kid is really smart. "Yes, sort of, Quil. But it’s Tagalog, a language from the Philippines. You know the Philippines, right?" Quil nodded. "Yes, mother superior said it’s a tropical group of islands near the Pacific Ocean, and I learned that the Philippines has three main parts: Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao. I wonder what the Philippines looks like," they added. "Don't worry, Quil, we will visit the Philippines soon," Mara said to them.

ßenlong exclaimed. “Lembuswana, eh?” Jeje becomes upset knowing that the Floor Guardian is Lembuswana. “What is Lembuswana?” Buriko asked. “It’s a deity from Kutai Mythology. It said that Lembuswana is the ride of Batara Guru, that according to Javanese Mythology, Batara Guru is a god that rules 3 realms, Mayapada (Heaven), Madyapada (Earth), and Arcapada (Underworld).” Jeje explained.

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

“Don’t even think of running away. You will only get tired. No matter where you hide, I will always find you.” Sidapa? She had read that name before from the Philippine mythology. He was a Visayan god. There was a major lack of written records on him but according to some sources this god lives in the sacred Mount Madia-as. He determines the day of a person’s death by marking every newborn’s lifespan on a very tall tree on Madya-as. “What the heck is Death doing here?” she asked. He shrugged. “I will always be captivated by the Forgotten. See that tattoo on your wrist? That was the mark of the Forgotten.”

Althea looked past the goddess, into the warped quiet of the forest, into the place Luca had vanished. Then back to Mayari. “Teach me,” she said. “Now.” Mayari’s eyes gleamed. “As you wish, anak.” The moonlight surged. And far above, where the old laws still believed themselves absolute, Bathala Maykapal felt it. Not an awakening but a mutation. An evolution. A mortal power surpassing divinity. And for the first time in ages, the god felt something dangerously close to fear.

and indeed the two boys left her alone as they are busy knowing what biringan is. The word biringan may mean another, especially when looking in the Philippine culture and geographic, but to the two spies, it was their little code, something they made during their training. Something that only them understands. To the Philippine geographic area, Biringan was a mythical place in which the ‘engkantos’ lived. Not everyone can access the said place, and no human has ever gone in and successfully out of the said place. Boeing mythical that it is, it cannot be seen by the naked eye, and no one knows how to really access the place. It is only that, you may be unfortunate to unknowingly stumble upon