Story Of Bathala Novels & Stories

“Absolutely.” I, Sidapa, God of Death, made a friend. *salakab - hand woven basket used to store fish. In this story, the salakab is used as storage for souls that have undecided fates to be continued

A demigod is an offspring of a God and a mortal. However, there’s still something off. We both looked at Orlene when she spoke. “Wait! You said that your parents asked you to help us. Is there any reason why?” That’s what I’ve been thinking for quite a while! Niara and Arius both sighed, “We…actually don’t know.” I looked in front of me when Niara spoke. “We only know that Bathala ordered our parents.” Wait, Bathala? “WOOOW! Bathala as in the King of Gods?!” I winced when Orlene spoke.

When Bathal looked at his surroundings his pupils constricted, shrinking from the rays of the sun. “I’m… I’m not sure where I am.” Was the first sentence he said. “Why am I here in this ruined Castle? Where’s my wife, Luntian? And… my son?” Luntian gasped and her knees became weak. Her fingers slid away from Bathal’s nude body as she fell on the floor. The Shaman did not know what to say, nor what to do. For how could she tell the Alpha that he killed his mate and almost killed his son?

His presence was both calming and awe-inspiring, a reminder of his omnipotence. Without hesitation, every soul in the afterlife bowed in reverence, including Alingat and me. Our foreheads touched the ground, acknowledging the majesty of Bathala. The air was filled with the whispers of the souls, their soft murmurs of respect and adoration. Bathala's gaze swept across the lake, his eyes piercing the veil between the worlds. He saw all, knew all, and his wisdom was beyond mortal comprehension. As the souls rose from their bowed positions, Bathala's voice boomed, "Rise, and let us speak of the mortal realm." His words carried weight, and I knew that whatever he had come to discuss would be of g

Finally, we were quiet and let her continue his story. "Balthier a few days ago ... hmm ... knew that his mate died, he became a man who was swayed mentally, you imagine yourself ... as if your soul was half gone ... he fell ill and almost died ... but he survived, even though his brain had been a little broke?… roughly said…. he became Balthier with a monster nature. He killed Sylvia and Brandon his first target .. then he left Charlie for the last..." I held my breath… closed my mouth because I couldn't believe what I heard. Impossible.

The world we live in is big and vast so we cannot say that we know and have seen all the creatures that live here. We are not just humans, animals were created by our creator to take care of and be part of this world. It is not just what our conscious eyes see that we consider created beings. Many have been proven by scientists, many have been revealed secrets but there are still many hidden mysteries that envelop the world. Different beliefs, different opinions and different recognitions but only one recognized creator who is considered the strongest of all. The Bathala, the Alah. God. There are some beliefs that there are gods and goddesses who take care of the world to keep it orderly and

Whoever owns their heart will own them forever. They have different races as humans. The Dalaketnon's, Tamawo's, Fairies or Diwata, Agta, and a lot more. Ibrahil is a Dalaketnon. They reside in the forest but the Dalakit tree or humans called it as Balete tree is their passage to the human world. "You might be hungry, maybe it will be better if we eat first," he told Andrea as he grasp her hand. She just nod for assurance. She still looks confused.

Just who is this master, really? My intuition brought me back to a recollection of a very slight fact about it when I was helping Thalia in finding details about the legendary Kampilan. It took me quite the research about weaponry in the pre-colonial times that time and I can't be wrong about this weapon. If I am not mistaken, that's the powerful Sinalawatan owned by one of Bathala's allied Gods and Goddesses. That God used to protect the mountains until he turned into the God of the Seas.

He climbed up to the roof of the car effortlessly, "But I have got to commend you for your bravery, Bulan. That's why Bathala ordered people to protect you from me." He sat down with crossed legs, still with the loaded gun in his hand. Bulan is believed to be the deity who lit up the night sky. The brave god of beauty and illumination according to folklore. The dark entity possessing Benitez's body, on the other hand, is the spirit of the Bakunawa. The rumoured colossal sea serpent (sometimes a humungous alligator or reptile) who was mesmerized by its beauty, vowing to devour it.

After the meal, Sabelia helped him step outside to get some fresh air. “You know, when Rios and I got married, I immediately became pregnant with a vampire child—but I had a miscarriage. It kept happening,” she said while staring into the distance. The boy looked at her. “Maybe Bathala gave you to us so we could experience being parents,” she smiled at him. He remained silent, just watching her. “Whatever family you came from, I hope they forgive us. For now, we will claim you as our own. You came from me. You are our child,” she said sincerely.