Pontianak Mythology Novels & Stories

“My friends, our journey is long. Let’s save this for another day, would everyone agree?” After a pondering pause, all heads nodded in agreement. “Now, I have a story to tell.” He scooped a blue powder and tossed it into the bonfire. “Once upon a time….” The flame burst again, but this time, fiery images of animals, humans, and landscapes appeared. From the Greek heroes like Perseus and Jason, the adventures of Thor and Loki, and to the African spider god, Anansi, which was our first time hearing it, every story he told was brought to life by the flame.

“I guess it’s story time, huh? Fine. You know how we came into existence, don’t you?” “I know the basics,” I replied hesitantly. “The Moon Goddess created us, right? To serve her?” He let out a bitter chuckle. “That’s what the elders tell us. But the truth is a bit more... messy.” He began to speak, his words deliberate and weighted with centuries of pain. **The Tale of the First Lycans**

Composed of beautiful buildings, dioramas and structures related to concepts from Chinese mythology to a whole range of emblems and symbols that referred to gods of sex, love, and pleasure, they were not only from Buddhism, but also from Norse gods and gods from ancient Greece, In that place, over the millennia, it received visits, and added cultures, in which that place also houses statues referring to Diyu and Naraka, which for these beliefs mean the underworld, with the lives of creatures from worlds of both the infernal and divine. The houses of pleasure, the temples, and the wells where they are healed, this city is a tourist hub, the capital of fire and the conquest of pleasures.

Hanny was vastly devastated this time around. “What should we do! What should we do! The cracks are growing wider and wider!” Evania got drowned deeper and deeper within her panic, fear, and also agitation. “There must be something which we can do! Something! There must be something, Friends...” suggested Sumico, walking here and there at her spot. “What’s that, Sumico?” asked Hanny and Evania simultaneously, also within their panic, fear, and anxiety. “According to the urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’, based on the crucial essential pictures engraved on the gigantic stone on the sacred hill, our three drops of blood...”

Every time it was her father’s turn to tell her bedtime stories, he would always tell her the stories of the myths or legends of folklore, which she always enjoyed. Her father said that once upon a time, there was a tribe called the Marinaya tribe. Marinaya tribe comes from the name of the Goddess of Moon that the tribe worshiped. In the Marinaya tribe, there were different groups – the royalties or the family of the tribe leaders, the warriors, the manggagaway (or the sorcerer, or wizard), and the servants.

When Mathayus arrived there, since he was similar to the old god they worshipped, he was then made a representative, their god in zombie flesh over the earth. They were in the midst of armed people who worshiped the culture of fugitives who made their own community of Vietcong who did not accept many other interested parties, representatives to natives. Called a separatist republic, native to Marak no Nang, where they had a system of ancestral religions of an indigenous culture that maintained a large number of pirates that in addition to being a large number of archipelagos, formed by 12 islands, which were in seas international markets, between the bordering Asian seas.

The following day, Libulan didn’t come. *Lihangin - God of the Wind *Lidagat - Goddess of the Sea to be continued

"You are correct, young man. My name is Anda, one of the goddesses of this place. Please bear in mind that you are all now in the Underworld. This whole world is called that. This world is a never-ending wasteland. The only sanctuary for humans and all deceased beings is the sacred mountain behind me, Mount Balatukan." The people expressed their confusion. They all inspected the mountain that stood tall after the forest. Then they began debating on what was currently happening and what the goddess meant when she said that. The young man from before kept frowning. He felt like he heard the name Mount Balatukan before, but it was that of a volcano… Wait, were his memories even reliable when he

"I've actually heard of a name similar to this one before, but since I didn't think they existed, I just left without knowing the information." "Well, you'd be correct because kuntilanak has a Malaysian name which is 'Pontianak', Pontianak is also the capital city of West Borneo, by the way," Kai starts. "Anyway, a kuntilanak is a ghost of a mother who died during pregnancy or sometime after childbirth. Can be any cause of death but usually the deaths are unnatural, one of the most popular ones are that she committed suicide after killing her baby. She did that because she got pregnant and gave birth out of wedlock and couldn't stand her village's ridicules." "Did she become a ghost because

He later realized that the stories were probably just myths like the many other stories he was told when he was young. “You really believe in Serimang, Lankko?” Enzir scoffed. “Yes, Jad Enzir,” replied Lankko. “The creature’s a myth, Lankko. Didn’t anyone tell you that?” Enzir gave a short laugh. “No, Jad Enzir. She’s real. I’ve seen her with my own two eyes!” replied Lankko.