Visayanmythology Stories

Mayari Jericho, known as "Epoy," is calm, creative, and always gazing up - at the stars, the clouds, and the moon. Since he has arrived in the quiet town of Balangaw, he has been haunted by unusual dreams. A Giant Majestic tree illuminated by the moon, a foggy mountain, and a man whose eyes seem to hold endless time. Azrael Isidro, who prefers to be called "Sids," is a tall and distant heartthrob at school, comfortable with being alone. However, when he saves a pale boy he doesn't recognize from falling in the hallway, something within him stirs - a spark, a gentle voice, a bond that feels ancient. That evening, both boys have a dream about a mountain, a kiss under a fate-filled tree, and a promise long forgotten. As their paths start to merge, Epoxy and Sids begin to unlock old memories - of a love opposed by divine forces, of identities hidden away for ages, and of powers once revered by people. But there are gods who do not want them to remember. As dreams blend with reality and the Tree of Fate starts to come alive again, they need to discover who they truly were - Libulan, the Moon Prince, and Sidapa, the God of Death - and choose if they should keep the past buried or revive a love strong enough to change time itself. After all, when love sprouts between death and the moon - the heavens take notice.

Know the story of a mysterious girl with magic named Adlaw as she goes on a journey through vast lands and culture of the Visayan people to find her unkown past. As she goes further through her quest, she will discover her roots in the Visayan pantheon and reunite with his father Liadlao; god of the sun. But the adventure isn't easy as she will need the help of new friends; witness love ones fight & die; and stop the terror of the Bakunawa. Will she succeed her mission? Find out as you read lines of suspense, thrill & joy as you enjoy this story!

Maguayan and Kaptan used to hate each other because it was their nature, to hate one another. But what if because of their children, they come to realize that to love and to hate is a matter of choice? Will they finally choose love over hate?

On the peak of Mt. Madjaas, the god of death, Sidapa, watches the sky night after night-his golden eyes never missing the soft glow of Libulan, the gentle god of the moon. In silence and stillness, Sidapa waits... not to take a soul, but to feel one. His love is not loud-it's patient, aching, and eternal. For years, he whispered wishes into the wind, hoping Libulan would hear them. But how can a god of death ever hold something as distant and delicate as the moon? Can a deity born from shadows be loved by one born of light? This is not just a story of gods. This is the story of longing. Of stars yearning for the moon. Of one who waited-and one who glowed. Will the moon ever look back?