Story Of Bathala Novels & Stories

“Ha sounds just like me, “Alizeh retorted. “Hush human, don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt? Manners are very important,” Balthazar continued. “I didn’t know what was going on, so I came back to see. The village people had burned down my family’s layer. We never even bothered them, but they didn’t care. They killed my mother, brother, and my father all in one massive attack. They used magical fire, called bellatand. It spreads 10 times as fast as regular fire, but it cannot be put out. It burns out much quicker, than most fires, but it does its job pretty much instantly. By the time I got back- My whole life was reduced to ashes. I hurried away and came here. This was where my mother kept

The Bali Girls of course accepted him wholeheartedly afterwards, especially because he and their outside blocker Trish are actually an item now, but, and at Babylee’s own suggestion, he no longer joined their sleepovers. From Mrs. Lapuz, Kate had heard stories about an unspecified hometown as Kate was growing up. During bedtime storytelling, Mrs. Lapuz, who liked going all out, getting into character and changing her voice, told her tales a la Hansel and Gretel, but the grimmer and definitely scarier version because it sounded like it had been lifted from real-life superstition – or what was, in Kate’s own words, “rural legends”, because they retained distinct motifs of countryside animism.

"We are fairies, Luna. And you are one of us." Wait, did she just tell her she was one of them? Meaning, a fairy?! Her? A F-A-I-R-Y?! Written all over Luna's face was disbelief. How can she be a fairy?! --------------------------------- A/N: Bathala - a god in Philipine mythology

“UGH, that surely is a new experience. So, you are truly God, it is an honor of mine to meet you! And even have the chance to converse with you like this.” “Yes, I am God, the one above all and creator of everything, God Bathala. You can just call me Bathala. It’s also great to have this kind of conversation with a human once in a while.” “Oh yes, about this place-” “Oh, this, this is my realm, the highest plain of which I reside and only I can enter, not even the other gods have the power nor permission to come here. I was actually very surprised when you got inside, I didn’t consider the possibility that someone who isn’t even a god, a normal human was able to enter here. You were very luc

“We have become fallen although Maga was a different spirit, only she could enter eternal rest. Together forever we will be in this enchantment until the Divine One has bequeathed that he had forgiven me for breaking my oath." Ditiori lied down with his wife and wept. Their child between them. He wrapped his arms around them. “Helia Baal will be our child’s name, for I brought hell to those who did this to us, Maga.” “I will recite the enchantment, Master. Sleep and let us see what happens.” Gai-Dalit let his master rest while he sang the dark enchantment.

One frozen. Then they settled on me. I was standing in the center of his camp in a frayed mine-issue shift with obsidian hair loose past my waist and blood on my right palm from the ground impact and a face that was doing exactly nothing. A girl, I watched him think. A child. "What," he said slowly, "in the name of Bathala's teeth—" "Tomas sends a message," I said. "The settlements in this territory are no longer available for extortion." Bago stared at me. Then he laughed. A genuine laugh, short and disbelieving, the laugh of someone who has encountered something so far outside their expected category that their threat response hasn't activated yet.

ßenlong exclaimed. “Lembuswana, eh?” Jeje becomes upset knowing that the Floor Guardian is Lembuswana. “What is Lembuswana?” Buriko asked. “It’s a deity from Kutai Mythology. It said that Lembuswana is the ride of Batara Guru, that according to Javanese Mythology, Batara Guru is a god that rules 3 realms, Mayapada (Heaven), Madyapada (Earth), and Arcapada (Underworld).” Jeje explained.

That means I can focus more on channeling my concentration and strength on my training. Balthazaar, being the ancient spirit that he is, taught me all about our world, about the Moon Goddess and her creations, about soulmates, about life in a pack and life in my parent’s kingdom. Apparently, my lineage was one of the most powerful the Goddess has created, but as always one rotten apple spoils the whole barrel, and with the “help” of some rotten ones, my parents were forced to run away after a coup d'état, organized by the small group of traitors inside the castle, most of them being from the extended family… Balthazaar was strong enough to even show me all what happened in those times, and h

“And your daughter has dislodged a hierarchy older than your lineage.” Ricardo fought for breath, hands braced on the basalt table next to him. Everyone in the room looked at Bathala and realized their hubris. Ricardo tried to reason with him. “She is of our blood,” he forced out. The strain of being forcefully pushed down is giving him a hard time speaking. Bathala’s gaze fixed on him, calm as an ocean that has never learned pity. “She is a divergence,” Bathala corrected. “She is rewriting laws that had been in place for centuries.”

I close my eyes, hoping it'll ease the pain when the door to my room creaks open and my Beta staggers in, pale as death but carrying news. “Alpha,” he stammers. “Forgive the intrusion, but... you need to hear this.” I lift my head slowly, eyes burning, breath ragged. “Speak.” He swallows hard. “Balthazar's forces. They’ve made a move. They’ve seized one of our outposts near the border. And... There are whispers. Villagers say a god walks amongst them. They say he can kill without touching. They say he leads a great army." A great army.