Philippine Mythology Book Novels & Stories

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

“You must be extremely careful. You never know what kind of magic may be inside, and what gods we’ll upset if any pages are torn.” He’d said it in jest, of course. At least I thought so at the time. But he’d been right to be careful with the massive text. Inside were stories of a land lost to time, each page illustrated with great care and skill. Myths and legends of the old gods and goddesses and their trials, stories of their people, their subjects, their heroes and enemies. And their beasts.

"What are you reading?" Glancing up from the thick pages, I see Sebastian standing in front of me. My mind is so consumed with the stories that I did not notice him come in, which is rare. "This book about myths. Henry told me about it since he found my ability in it." "And what myth are you?" He sits down beside me as I flip back to the page. "It's called The Daughters of the Moon Goddess." I hand him the book, and he looks over the pages. "Some of it is true, but most of it is not."

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

" Whoever wrote this must have been the same person who wrote my name since they were both inked in by hand. I really knew nothing about prophecies or things of that nature, but I knew they existed and were usually foretold by a really powerful witch. I had so many un-answered questions as I flipped through the other pages in the book. There were images showing a witch preforming a spell on a wolf, and there were definitely some images depicting Selene, the moon goddess. One page was dedicated to Helios and a few other ancient gods had pages in the book too. Why were the Gods in my family book? As I flipped further the images got darker. Drawings of creatures that I’d never seen before…some

“When the tiniest of infractions, like an unintentional death of a butterfly, could then snowball into drastic changes in history.” – Ray Bradbury, on the Butterfly Effect The Philippines have become a different place. Its history had jumped off a cliff and landed belly-flop onto a pool of peculiar circumstances. From this arose something out of the ordinary and remarkable. It is a weird thing, like a primordial creature with newly evolved limbs, surfacing out from some prehistoric swamp bringing forth strange life. It is something that grasps our imagination and unsettles our core beliefs.

Maybe this situation was actually nice since no ghost would awaken him from his sleep this time. 'That headless priest sure looked scary. But at least, it's not very heartless. It allowed this guy who obviously lacked sleep to get some rest.' Leyte shrugged, then went back to the living room to read the book. The font was neither English nor Filipino alphabet. It seemed to be Baybayin, the writing system of ancient Filipinos. Amongst mortals, only the owner could read the book. Each time they did, memories of the deceased would pop up in their head. Then the deceased would appear in their lives as a ghost.