Novel & Cerita Philippines Folklore Creatures

They’d made the decision firm when they were in Jodhpur, searching for a vetal that would take over corpses and haunt the souls of the living, begging to pass on from this world to the next. I’d been fairly nonplussed when they’d told me that – the stories about Paris sounded much more pleasant – but I supposed it wasn’t as bad as their travels through the Philippines, tracking a particularly nasty manananggal who was leaving a trail of injured pregnant women behind, who would later give birth to children with grossly deformed faces. They’d told me in gruesome detail about how they’d found the detached bottom half of her body, and how it had dissolved when they’d covered it in salt and garli

********************************************* A/N: bolo - is a large knife of Filipino origin used for agricultural purposes; also used in local martial arts manananggal - a scary winged mythical creature native in the Philippines. It can severe or separate its upper torso and fly. Leaving its lower body behind.

"Once, spirits cursed Rebunge, a villager of Abuta Toyoura, to see the destruction of his town. They sent a part-spider-part-human creature, Yaoshikepu, to fulfil the curse. Yaoshikepu caused rampant destruction throughout the town, slaughtering so many that the streets were filled with crimson blood. After hearing the townsfolk tremble with fear, the sea kami, Repunkamui, transformed Yaoshikepu into an octopus and cast her into the sea. After Yaoshikepu was cast into the sea, her size began to grow, eventually beginning to consume larger prey, such as whales and ships. One day, Akkorokamui gobbled up a boat full of fishermen. In her stomach, they called for help. Hearing the cries, Repunkam

They are brave enough to fight for their small island, so they tried to start a war against this sturdy man only to fail. Kalantiaw unleashed his kampilan, a type of single-edged sword, traditionally used by various ethnic groups in the Philippine archipelago, also known as talong. He stabbed one of the men who tried to harm him. His cold murderous eyes trespassed the soul of everyone, sending them a vibe of tyranny was never a hard thing for him. “Come at once, if you want to join this guy.” He even beheaded the guy in front of everyone.

"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

“We will simply talk.” “Ooh, this is a first for me.” Erin giggled and Akira scoffed, which was noticed by the elder right away. “Ah, a cynic dragged along by her friend who believes in the art of fortune-telling. I haven’t seen a pair like this in months.” He laughed and nodded to himself. “My regulars call me Manong Niño.” “Nice to meet you, Manong Niño!” Erin exclaimed and then pointed to herself and her friend. “I’m Erin and this is Akira. I’m normal, while she can talk to ghosts.”

“Kuya? Tuluyang nakawala si Pearl. Mabilis nitong tinakbo ang dulo ng boardwalk kung saan nakatali roon ang fishing boat. Malakas ang kahol ng tuta kaya’t nagkatinginan kami ng pinsan ko. Sinilip namin ang bangka. “Stay back, Mal!” Nanlaki ang mga mata ko. “Kuya, what is that?” Muli akong nakisilip. Oh my God?! May patay! Para akong hihimatayin sa kaba. The stories circulating about the lake are very unsettling, paano pa kaya ngayong nakikita talaga ng dalawang mga mata ko ang pangyayari? Mukhang hindi na ako babalik dito kahit kailan!

She was like a relic stuck in the past and I treasured the short time I had with her. At the time of her only visit, I was a little monster of a kid of five years. To put me in my place or pacify me, she told me stories about scary creatures and beasts that inhabited their village and one such creature was a manananggal. That was the one that stuck with me and the one that I could never forget. She explained to me what it was:

I still can’t believe that supernatural creatures exist and they just blend into the human world. Palawan is also a place where the sun doesn’t rise much just like in Manila City. It often rains in those kinds of places. Maybe this is why a lot of supernatural creatures are to be seen living there and probably here as well. God, what to do now? “And you must be Zoey Williams?” He gave me a pretentious smile while offering his hands. I wanted to spit on his hands but I restrained myself. “I am,” I shook his hands and it was cold. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer to me, “If you do anything funny around this villa, rest assured that your identity wouldn’t be hidden,”

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”