Philippine Mythology Book Novels & Stories

Some parts were written in a language she didn’t recognise—but somehow… She could understand it, not perfectly and not everything, but enough as it spoke of beginnings, of creation, of power and of her. Zoe’s breath would catch every time she turned a page. Stories of the Moon Goddess creating wolves, stories of balance between light and darkness and then, there was something else, buried deep in the book, a warning, a legend and about a being born not of one ... but of many.

Maybe with Phoebe, we’ll be able to unravel the mysteries around this. Waking side by side, we went into her room. Picking up the book, it ignited with a golden glow, pages opening on its own. “What sort of book is this?” I muttered to myself, scrutinizing it. Thankfully, Hayley wasn’t in the room, giving us time to read it. The book talked about creatures that existed before werewolves such as vampires, fox spirit, fairies and the rest. Phoebe seemed more invested in fox spirits, her fingers traced the intricate drawings, her gaze never leaving. Following her line of sight, I saw the drawing of a fox with nine tails, its eyes ignited with a violet glow, looking so divine and magnificent. “V

"Aye, blondie! You're the famous biologist Rose Smith, right? Don't you know that the Domminga Mountains are the home of Ikapati Tribe of Aswang? They steal babies to grow their fruit with the bones of newborn villagers. And the Tikbalang are no better, deathly horses that stampede the dreams out of you, leaving you a shell! There are no warrior shamans around here to protect you, no wise women or priestesses. This is rough man terrain, no place for a short blonde American." He honked his horn, tipped his baseball cap, and Rose just smiled, boarding the bus and tipping him generously. "I don't worry about fairytales, Daniel. C'mon little brother, I gotta tag some Philippine Eagles for Stanfo

He picked up a bunch of books. - So, where is this little book with historical facts. Running his eyes over the shelves, Conrod thought. - Hmm, who can take it? Okay, and this is basically enough. Conrod rolled the loaded cart over to the small tables. One of the books lay with its worn cover on the surface of the mahogany table. A small table lamp gently illuminated the brown cover, the embossed letters outlined in small shadows. "Encyclopedia of the Mythology of the World." Conrod opened a page with the heading "Beliefs of the Ancient Slavs." His eyes darted over the letters, putting words together and squeezing information out of them. He carefully read:

The trees and rivers, the mountains and the skies agreed with everything. Before it became a Christian country, at a time before a Christian traveler searching for spices spiked a Cross on one of its beautiful islands and claimed it on Christian faith, the natives had a powerful claim on magic. The Philippines was an island of gods where humans were allowed to live among them. Rudolf knew this from the Sirens and with the Great Silence, or the Great Tribulation, humans navigated the lands and found the island, then started anew. Gods wanted their privacy; but as humans started to grow, their presence was known and was so hard to conceal.

"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

Phil was excited as he wanted to know what the contents of the mysterious pages were. Phil took the stack of bond paper and proceeded to read it while Samantha was beside him waiting to finish reading it. The paper talks about the things Phil needed, more information about the abyss, and the miasma. It talked about how the miasma is supposed to be the blood from a godlike creature imprisoned in the farthest depth of the abyss and how it corrupted its surroundings creating nightmarish creatures. Phil was a little disappointed at first because the information might be interesting it was no use for him right now until he read the third page.

read the titles of the notebooks below the one she read, and they were all in ancient names. Since everything was written in a language she couldn't fully understand and highly confident that the brittle and delicate papers might crumble upon her every handling, she decided to skip them. She checked the bottles next. Luna grabbed a long-neck glass bottle and opened it. It smelled like roses despite the brown and murky color. She wondered what it was for. She closed the bottle again and returned it. The bottles were filled with different liquids. Wooden ones contained thick liquids, while the glass bottles contained discolored waters. All of which she was clueless of what they were for. She

A good place to read and study. After placing my things on the seat, I make my way straight to the mythology section of the library. In this part of the place, you could see different kinds of myths; Greek, Norse, Asian and more. Upon scanning the title of the displayed books, my eyes were caught by a familiar author, Priam. I hurriedly extend my hand to reach for the book, but another hand grab onto it first. I turned my head to the direction of the owner of that hand, it was a man just a little bit inches taller than me.

Cade’s eyes glittered with excitement at my words, something I hadn’t seen in him since his mate passed and it made my soul spring with joy for him, for his healing. “Yes. We have many of those.” He got up and went to another room, it didn’t seem we needed to follow him so we waited for him to return. He brought back five very large books. “These are just a few, but it goes into depth on origins, incarnations, offspring, some have been viewed more as myths of course. But then again, we hadn’t realized how they were already among us.” He explained as he dropped them on the desk. “Is there anything you can tell me?”