Tikbalang Mythology Novels & Stories

Ambrosio laughed. He was referring to Ikapati and Mapulon, the god of seasons, prized daughter. Every Queen Aswang was connected to her: Princess Anagolay, the daughter of lost things. Anagolay was sacred to the children of the Ikapati Tribe, and the child goddess offered wandering baby aswang and humans alike special protection against Tikbalang hunters and trickster wind spirits. Catarina smiled like a knife, her violet lips, crimson eyes, and bronzy skin shining like a wind chime.

After the visit, Honorado died. Luna was bewildered by what she read. Her grandfather always told her stories about mystical creatures, aswang he would call them. There were other creatures such as tikbalang, tiktik, duwende, and many more. But she never knew that there were other people like them, guardians of different kinds. Why would her grandfather keep it from her?

“And then what happened?” “Well, Aling Tikya performed a divination ritual on me. First, she took out a piece of candle from her purse. In her bag, she carried herbs, alum, coconut oil, and her small book of prayers. Next, she made the mark of the cross on my forehead using the paraffin while mumbling prayers in Latin. This was called ‘whisper’. Then, she placed the paraffin on a spoon and heated it from underneath till it melted. Finally, she dripped the molten wax into a basin of clear water. When she picked up the wax again, it had solidified into the shape of what Aling Tikya excitedly proclaimed was a small man. “And not just an ordinary black encanto, she told everyone. A prince.”

"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

The shrine attendants flanked Raine, handing her the ceremonial knife and the bloody heart of a deer that was freshly killed. As the moon goddess, they expected her to stab the heart and offer it up to the heavens. The sight of the blood made her queasy, and she swallowed her nausea. "Don't do anything stupid," Tiki growled in a low voice next to her. She could feel Nikolai's hand on my shoulder lending her strength and filling her with warmth. She drew in another breath shakily and knelt before the Luna, ready to offer the sacrifice. “Oh, mighty Luna!” she cried, spreading out her hands and opening her heart.