Philippines Folklore Monsters Novels & Stories

“First, it was a flying jellyfish. And now, flying stingrays. What’s next? A flying whale? At least I hope there won’t be any flying sharks.” “What are you whispering about?” Darrion asked. Jai chuckled. “Nothing, buddy. So we’re heading to what village?” “Sogen!” Darrion answered excitedly. “The forest is infested with so many monsters. I learned some of them that show quite frequently.” “How do they look like?” Jai asked. “Griveously bad. Or well, polite term, ugly,” Darrion said. Jai nodded. “Mm. So you can remember ugly big things rather, but not this cute and odd things flying behind us?”

Their arms were so long they used them to walk along with their two legs, like the gorillaens I had once seen in the zoo back at Coven Community. These beasts had huge heads like wolves, fangs as long as my arm, their eyes were snake-like, and their huge bodies had thick muscles designed by a map of veins. They had long scorpion tails. These were monsters that have never been heard of or seen in the history of Mistworld. They didn't look like demons either. I'd read about all the types of demons, so I was certain these weren't demons. "What in Zhyrie's name are these things from?" I muttered to myself in horror.

said Ditiori, and laying out an open grasp, he ordered the poor people, “place your seeds in my servant’s hands and see what happens.” People again ran and tumbled. They flung their arms to get to their farm stock, however hesitated after the stampede when they stood again in front of the embodied spirit. His beast gave the impression of a ferocious, reddish, hairy monster with twisty horns and piercing dark eyes. Its ready claw-like phalanges could instantly tear their fleshes into pieces. Closer huddled the crowd. Maga might have summoned the Divine One’s enemy. Fearful that they were being deceived, so they reluctantly held on tightly to their bags and containers of urns, jars, and

Outside of Concepcion Integrated Technology School (CITS), where the creek reigns supreme, the banyan tree is the fount of all horror stories and the ominous backdrop of Kate’s superstition and imagination-pumped childhood. With its tentacly aerial roots, like the tangled hair of a 20-meter-tall Sadako – rife with split ends and poised to snatch unwitting kids – the banyan tree plays a central role in the folk and urban legends of most Philippine communities. The inner caves and passages are believed to be the domain of fairies, dwarves and gnomes and to trespass is a grave offense punishable by black-magick curses. “Tabi, tabi po,” Kate says under her breath. It’s the phrase her ma taught h

Also, Ley, and even the old man Fernando are no simple characters. - *Where are you getting your information about the creatures and the divinities? I would love to answer internet, but I know that is so vague and broad, lol. I surfed and visited many sites, but the one I fell in love with is the website called ‘Aswang Project’. They really have a list of gazillion poke--- gods and goddesses. As for the creatures, lol, from folklores and local horror stories. - *What is your inspiration in writing this story

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:

One of them is true, there are many more rumors than that. Now, this place is haunted by sea monsters who are always waiting for the day to eat people; the earth here is cursed, and anyone who sets foot in it will wither; It rains all year round, the country is higher than the castle;… This place has been forgotten. Until Bendice was renamed Lycanthrope after werewolves took over all of Ben dice. And the rumor that made the south an outcast place has also been cleared up. The south is really close to the sea, the land is difficult to cultivate, if the seed is enchanted by the magician, the trees will still grow normally. In addition, the fish in the other sea, in their belly contains a l

Then, it laughed. Rufus cussed under his breath and August frowned at him. He understood Rufus’ angst, though. The big monster ate the brains of the small slave boy Rufus had carried back to town, and it was disconcerting on so many levels to August that he could only imagine the emotions Rufus might have felt. “Stay quiet,” August whispered, and Rufus nodded. None of the creatures molested the man in the white robe or the child who chanted. August grabbed Rufus by the elbow and pulled him to the slats of the Fogou door. “What is he saying? I hear names, like Tancorix, I’ve heard of her in legends of the Isle folk.”

Narrator's POV Aswang. Nobody has heard of them before. Unlike various shape-shifting evil creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and ghouls, these monsters are not well known in the world. Rumors had it that they only exist in this particular locale, the fast-rising third world country of Leverland which was true at least some hundred years ago. Little did the world knew, they were slowly but surely spreading to different parts of the globe. They are a mixture of bloodsuckers like vampires, flesh-eating beasts like ghouls, and shape-shifters like werewolves. They look like normal humans during the day.

The second his eyes landed on that video, he felt it, that burning sensation as it rippled through his veins, causing his blood to pump faster and his heart termored. When he was six he had thought his great grandmother mad when she would often tell these tales of Merfolks, dragons, fairies, elves, whispering ghosts, who lived in a beautiful city under the sea and how they were real… she said the whispering ghosts often lure men and women under the sea…. trap then suck their souls, they would sink ships and flood trespassing islands.