Beasts and Creatures Imagery Archives

Homebound - Oct 2018

"Honey? Honey where are you? This isn't funny anymore." They never suspected the Real Estate Agent who sold them their dream home.

Aftermath - Oct 2017, Updated Jun 2024

Comforting a dying friend.

The Gathering - Aug 2017

Sleep had commenced and the gathering began. Soon they would feed.

The Collector - Jan 2019

It always made for a sentimental moment. Each of her paramours had been unique and distinct. Differences lost in the sameness of their skulls.

Back Alley - May 2017

An ancient need and an ancient war.

Back Alley - Updated Apr 2023

The Deal - Jun 2018

He'd sold his soul for wealth, fame, and power. Now the bill had come due.

Pretense - Apr 2019

He'd met her only hours before and now she sat naked on his couch. Jason crossed the room; desire tingled every nerve. His ardor died when a tail wiggled into view. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Fearless - May 2021

I leave it to the viewer to decide who the fearless one is

Back Yard - May 2017

Power is out, cell towers down, and a Werwolf shows up.

Beastial - Jun 2017

Lust overcomes many things. Even fear.

Caught - Dec 2017

Jack - Jul 2019

Jack licked his lips and stepped from the shadows. The street's wooden planks creaked beneath the soft leather of his shoes. She turned and gave him a smile. An inviting smile.

Jack had no idea the brothel of his fifth victim had sent their own psychopath. Jack was never found. Because there is no Jack left to find.

Soul Searching - Nov 2017, update Dec 2022

Vengeance² - Oct 2019

I hung your sisters to lure you here, Rezna. Do not fear the rope. You I will eat.

Heedless - Jun 2018

Damnation - Apr 2017

An early piece.

Beast - Jan 2019

A clawed hand reached the corner, tentative, probing. Surely it has detected my scent, Natalya thought. She tensed. Her moment had arrived. For retribution. For vengeance.

Jaw muscles stretched as fangs emerged. Fingers twitched from sprouting claws. A cold breath whispered past hushed lips. "Come, Iakko. I am your fate."

Companion - Aug 2019

Ambush - Apr 2018

In the jungle, beasts don't always have four legs.

Emerald - Dec 2018

Deep End - Jul 2019

A faint scent wrinkled Rasia's nose. Slow, calm, she turned to her maiden. "Listen to me, Miriam. Listen very carefully. We are in mortal danger. Right now it is assessing if I am armed. I stupidly left my weapons inside. When I say go, we must leap into the pool's deep end. We'll be safe."

Eyes wide, Miriam struggled not to shake. Strange things constantly surrounded this deadly woman. "What kind of danger, m'Lady?" "We are betrayed, Miriam. It is a wolf. A wolf that stands on its hind legs."

Drained - Nov 2017

Another romantic, starry-eyed admirer of Vampires falls victim to the reality.

Drained - May 2023

An updated version

Predator - Apr 2018

The Collision - Dec 2018

Coren stepped outside careful to place his feet and make no sound. If it was that prowler again, this time he would face the blade.

Iaka's silent footfall belied her ponderous bulk.

Human scent filled her nostrils. She stepped closer, wanted to capture it alive. Her young needed to learn the chase. And eat.

Cornered - Jul 2017

Maila Dragonrider - May 2019

A stylized interpretation of a character in the novelette 'Accursed' available for free on the Library page.

Repast - Oct 2017

Halloween homage.

Flammable - Oct 2018

Halloween homage.

Witchy Woman - Oct 2019

Halloween homage.

Fight or Flight - Jun 2018

A moment of decision that will reveal character

Friend in Need - Dec 2018

Futility - Sep 2019

Home Intruders - Aug 2017

Howl - Jul 2017, updated Dec 2020

Every month her already broken heart shattered anew. His hand pressed hers tighter. Please, please, she thought. Don't let this be a struggle. Resigned, he stepped in, his expression the look of a child unable to comprehend he could hurt his mother. She strained against the gush of tears threatening to burst. Locking the door, her sobs let go.

At the hallway's end, his siblings huddled. Wide-eyed, trembling. He would hurt them too though they had escaped the horror she shared with their brother. His plaintive wails reverberated off the walls. "Why, mommy? Why?" Before they exited, the howls began.

Hunger - Jul 2017

Jammed - Jan 2018

Daiyu had long known the door needed oiling

Rescued - Oct 2017

Neck Hairs - Dec 2017

A primordial early warning system

Wag - Aug 2019

Impending - Feb 2018

Through half-open eyes she watched her lover race closer. A quickened pulse surged heat through her enflamed body. But why did he have a sword?

Brooding - Nov 2018

Rezna hated ambuguity. Lately though she found herself paralyzed for hours. Knowing she had to feed. Unable to decide if man or woman.

Descent - Jul 2018

Descent II - Update Dec 2021

As another charred and burnt soul, condemned for their evil acts descends into the Pit, Lucifer's daughter ponders the irony. Her parent, the source of all evil, continues with impunity.

Lured - Apr 2019

They cast no reflections and moved about silent as the night but a putrid, decaying stench filled the room. Time to even the odds. A sharp puff snuffed the candle.

De-Winged - Mar 2018

He did not summon many. Nor often. And she had once been a favorite. As Araqiel bowed before the Lord Lucifer, a low, sharp gasp escaped her. My wings!

Wicked - Jul 2019

The line between good and evil is thin indeed.

The Mistake - Jul 2017

The Mistake - Dec 2021 Update

He was handsome, urbane, sophisticated, charming, and his every pore oozed power. And though she may have had other plans inviting him to her home, when he placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked in the mirror, dismay not horror filled her. Her Head of Household must have overlooked having the mirror properly cleaned. Poor, little, rich girl.

Spigot - Oct 2018

Unlike ridiculous Hollywood portrayals and Netflix nonsense, Vampyrs prefer to hang their victims upside down. The numbing effect minimizes jerking about and when biting in, it's like opening a spigot.

Should you find yourself in this unfortunate circumstance, don't scream. It only whets their appetite.

Snatched - Jul 2020

She enjoyed her demon's captures. Strong, virile, defiant. It made breakig them more satisfying. As they caught on to her needs, they became eager, enthusiastic. When finished, she left them drained, spent, ravished. Then the demon returned. To eat.

Tarzana - Jul 2020

I like to imagine were Edgar Rice Burroughs alive today, Tarzan would have a daughter.

Solace - Aug 2020

Like soldiers of every place and every age, Gramoud had risen early to prepare, reflect and catch the morning's first rays. The call had gone out. Invaders threatened mates, pups, and dens. And on the battlefield, the Fates might decide he had seen his last morn. If so, he would remember how the dawn had warmed his face.

The Gardener - Apr 2021

Yes. Perdition has a gardener. And a helper.

Trembling - Nov 2020

He had swept her off her feet. His intriguing charm. His worldly elegance. Sparkling gray eyes that blazed and penetrated. The richness of his laugh. As if at a joke only he knew the punch line of. And now she had nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. Only prayer remained.

The Sentry - Nov 2020

Natalya's door always remained open.

Dry - Dec 2021

Delilah was a real pro during this shoot. As everyonr knows, dragons have a god-awful stench when they get wet.

Water Foul - Jul 2021

While it is far too late for this poor soul, let us all be reminded. Demons can lurk anywhere.

Earful - Aug 2022

Lupus - Jan 2022

Where does fate end and irony begin?

Born in the town of Greenwood, its good people thought Mora's birth and rise almost predictable. Her mother would tell the story of a smiling, gurgling, kicking child in her bassinet. Mora's mother would show wooden colored blocks, pronouncing each color's name with great care. Whenever she said green, Mora quieted and stared with focused attention.

Growing up, Mora would ignore dolls and crayons to spend time paying loving attention to the plants and flowers throughout the house. With each passing year, frequent trips into the forest abutting the town, brought back wild flora which flourished and transformed her home into a wondrous garden. Where others made extra money babysitting, Mora cared for the townfolks' ailing plants, returning them to vibrant health and vivid color.

And when outside developers arrived with grandiose plans to expand the town's development into the forest, Mora single-handedly went door-to-door reminding everyone the beautiful and wondrous forest was Mother Nature's gift to them. In a near unanimous vote, Greenwood sent the developers to seek profit elsewhere. And so to no one's surprise, Mora went to University seeking to become a Botanist. On summer breaks she would return to check on her neighbor's plants free of charge and spend time wandering in her beloved forest, refreshed and renewed by the natural order of things.

Until the day when the sun rose and Mora had still not returned. Everyone rushed to form search parties, calling her name, and hearing only echoes. Trees stood in mute silence. Months passed until playing children rushed back, crying they had found bones.

Mordana - May 2022

Their arrival did nothing to disturb the silence. A crow cawed once, twice. As one the night birds rose, flapping wings swooping toward the imminent dawn. The hounds spread out, their postures and behaviors giving no indication anyone lurked about. She tilted her nose upward, scenting the air, confirming no one remained. Eyes narrowing, a slow gaze stopped at the soaring Witches Post. Brazen, she thought. How better to hide as witches than to warn against them.

Her eyes continued taking in the village's strange architecture. How long had they been here? She had never been to this part of the realm. Far flung and desolate, nothing grew here. Then again, a perfect hiding place for witches.

When the Queen Regent summoned her to relay the continuing trauma of missing children both had suspected, but not voiced, witches might be about. Brazen indeed. They might have continued here undetected had they not ventured into neighboring gaères.She pulled the reins hard. Two hounds had stiffened, neck hairs bristling. The rest ceased investigating, staring into the still dark woods.

Her timing had been perfect. Returning from their nightly acts of debauchery and unspeakable perversions, they would be slow, sated, and spent. Mere moments separated them from the horror of onrushing hounds driven by blood lust. A smile creased her lips. She too needed to feed. Narrowed eyes penetrated the darkness. I am Mordana. Sorceress. Witch Slayer.

Savage - Mar 2020

A promotional shot for Antonia's starring role in the upcoming feature film titled 'Jungle Cat'.

Stealth - Mar 2022

Catty - Jun 2022

The Vampyr's Wife - Oct 2021

As the crew set up the shot, I noted her melancholic expression but could not tell if it was because of her marriage, life, or both. I did not dare ask her.

Urgency - Jun 2022

The men of that age were quite brave but I'm not sure how much good that sword will do.

The InnKeeper - Jan 2022

An after-hours visit by an angel killer.

Hospitable - Jul 2022

Mirror Image
concept/design 2015
by Rafael

Moon Struck - Jul 2022

Entrapment - Dec 2022

Party Crasher - Nov 2022

Malara emerged from the Void, paused to absorb the sounds of raucous revelry pouring through the door. She delighted in these seasonal visits. She could mingle unnoticed, unimpeded. And feed. Tonight some male would find her charms irresistible. Or sometimes a succulent female made an aggressive move. Hunger rumbled her stomach.

Pride - Dec 2022
concept/design 2019, update May 2023
by Rafael

Unapproach - Apr 2023
by Rafael

Valkyra does not come out like this unless she is heavily guarded.

Affront - Jul 2023

A friend of a friend, of a friend, had introduced me a couple weeks ago to a woman. I struggled hard to keep my composure before her striking beauty. We began dating and I wanted to take my time so as not to behave like men with tentacles.

Earlier tonight, on a dinner date, I asked if maybe she might want to take in a movie. She just sat there with a grin. "Maybe you would like to go dancing?" She just sat there with a grin. "How about a bar or lounge?" Her grin birthed a smile.
"We're going back to my apartment."

When we entered, I almost missed a step. Everywhere I looked, the opulence and wealth on display staggered. Combined with her extraordinary looks, I felt unsettled and backed into a corner. I needed to put myself together. "Can I use the bathroom for a moment?"

Throwing cold water on my face, I dismissed the notion of not being at her income level. For what it was worth, I could give her all the sex she wanted. Multiple orgasms would reduce her to gibberish. I took a deep breath and re-entered the living room. What I saw froze me in place.

Her dress left on the floor, revealed a sensuous body that defined perfection. An immediate response bulged against my pants. She stared at a figurine hanged off a frame. "What is that?" Long moments ticked by in silence.

"Six months ago, an angel entered my home. We battled for hours but finally, I thrust a dagger through its heart. Standing above it, gashed and lacerated, rage burned through me. I turned it to concrete and shrank it."

Quiet stillness resumed. Very slowly, her head swiveled side to side. "If you stand close to it, you can see its eyes following you." Smiling, the woman turned her head toward me. Eyes glowed red.

Steward - Aug 2022
by Rafael

Two things greeted him every morning: pre-dawn stillness and the laundress standing by his bed. Hands clasped before her, she stared expressionless at the floor and wore a sheer, floor-length robe hinting at the complete nudity underneath. It symbolized their relationship and remained the only item he had given her.

Had two years gone by since acquiring her at fourteen? Fault lay with her parents' inability to pay the land rent. He had no control over heat and drought ruining the harvest. But he did control the rent and their daughter provided adequate compensation. Still, she lacked ardor and passion, an inaminate vessel he simply emptied into. He had become bored. A dismissive flick waved her away. "You may continue your duties. I am not in need today."

He rose just as the chamberlain entered. "I will be inspecting the lower estates during the afternoon before my first audience this evening with the Queen and don't want to change again. Choose my attire with that in mind."

Morning victuals complete, William exited the room, clicking heels echoing off the high-gloss floor. Servants and maids paused their labors as he passed, standing aside and bowing to the Lord High Steward. Head high, eyes forward, he neither nodded nor acknowledged those whose very employment relied on William's whims.

His day passed pleasantly enough, something the staff noted in whispers among themselves, as only the grooms and candle makers had fallen victim to his habitual tongue-lashings.He even noted a young female who held great promise to in a year or so replace the laundress.

Soon enough, he stood before the throne room's entrance wrinkling his nose at the animal stench oozing from within. Who knew what this immature strumpet might be up to. Her mother's untimely death had left no time for her fruit to properly ripen. The young nymph knew nothing of statecraft or the management of her own inheritance. Without him, everything would fall apart.

Inside, the usual retinue of courtiers and assorted hangers on did not greet him. Indeed, only one man stood to the throne's side. The Queen's attire prompted a visual shock matched only by the two snarling Lycanthropes, chained to either hand. If this 19 year-old, royal twit thought she would entrust them to his care, William would put his foot down. Where could he place them? In the stables? Chaos would ensue.

William marched toward the throne, bowed, and in a tone that belied his fierce disapproval, opened the conversation. "My Queen. The Lord High Steward places himself at your disposal." She held his gaze, letting the silence build. Slowly, her head swiveled toward the other man.

"For the longest time, I and the staff have endured this man's insufferable arrogance. Even now, he continues to steal and enrich himself at my family's expense. The verbal", her eyes shifted back to the Steward, "and physical abuse" she shifted back again, "he metes out on a daily basis confirms he considers everyone his inferior. It would be unspeakably vile to allow the continuance of this debauchery. " Again she paused, giving the other man a fixed look. "I will not tolerate such impudence. You are the new Lord High Steward."

Her gaze returned to a shocked and speechless William. "I will enjoy immensely watching you be devoured."

Suction - Jul 2023
by Rafael

Over the past seven nights, I crouched atop storage rooms on a rooftop, watching the area. Twenty-seven stories below, sat a popular gay dance club. Every night, all manner of men left with just-met hotties. Crowded and packed, no one remembered who walked out with whom, but a list began to grow with missing patrons. Months-long investigations stumped the police.

Nine days ago my doorbell rang with two men asking to enter, identifying themselves as Special Investigators and identifying me as a Vampyr Huntress. Neither asked if I had a name.

"Local police have asked for our help thinking we just track down criminals. A rogue Vampyr is loose among homosexual men and converting victims into blood-sucking gays. Panic is spreading among the homosexuals and many have resumed hiding in closets. We came to let you know if you hunt it down and kill it, we'll keep the police away from you. A few police undercovers will patrol the gay club so we don't give you away."

Dense fog rolled in blanketing the city. Seeing anything became difficult but alert ears heard the rooftop door open followed by lowered laughs and giggles. Kissing sounds rose and so too a demanding voice. "Take your clothes off." Shoes kicked away, pants zippering, shirt unbuttoning, confirmed a willfull stripping. Moans resumed but a throat ripping open cut them off. I leaped to the rooftop.

The sound of my swords unsheathing into a cross turned the Vampyr to the sight of my emerging out of the fog. Its nose wrinkled to the smell of dried Holy Water on my blades. The victim had to be beyond help. Previous generations left bite punctures to drink from. Modern tactics gashed throats open as faucets. "Put him down. He will not be a buffer to slicing you apart."With the gay man's throat gurgling, the Vampyr gripped him tighter and leaped off the roof. Bright club lights spilled onto the sidewalk, illuminating a crushed body. The Vampyr raced down a street with two police women in hot pursuit. Bullets could not stop him and he disappeared into the night.

I walked away from the edge with the scent of that victim memorized. If it turned in a few hours, it would spread more terror. I also had the Vampyr's scent. Without being close, I could detect it. The fog's swirls closed around me. The hunt was on.

Underneath - Dec 2022
by Rafael

It's not just Diego's imagination. With a full moon looming, his eyes are already changing.

Short - Oct 2023
by Rafael

Prowling the haunts of yesteryear, I searched for a 6th victim, one more than Jack. Turning a corner, I froze in place. Before me stood a prostitute holding a leashed panther, its eyes focused on me. She gave me a slight smile. "I'm looking for the Ripper, not a dwarf. You can pass."

Covert - Mar 2024
by Rafael

Archangel Gabriella Disguised as a Demon

Drakonos - Apr 2024
by Rafael

Drakonos Rising - Jul 2024

Drageris - Mar 2024

Wer Queen - Mar 2024

When the full moon reached its zenith, Lycanthropes sank to their knees. As the Queen began to transform, none would dare challenge the emerging she-wolf.