BEAST

BEAST

“The human within him woke, catching his reflection. Instead of skin and clothes, he beheld mangy, tangled fur, alien eyes, fangs, and a blunt snout. Horns protruding from his head. A lolling tongue.”

“He sees himself in the blue mirror of the old man’s eye, in all his terrible glory. He sees a vicious thing, neither dog nor weasel, but somehow both. A long snake-like body, with four legs that end in razor-sharp claws. A muzzle that slavers, full of serrated teeth. All of this murderous-impulse-made-flesh enrobed in matted golden fur, full of bristles.”

“They were like hands, and not like hands at all. The bone structure o a hand-like thing was there, but it was covered in golden fur, and each ‘finger’ was tipped with long, claw-like nails.”

“A creature stared back at him. It had a tapered south with fangs that glittered evilly when the mouth was open. It walked on four legs, and each foot ended in cruel claws. Rams’ curled horns sprouted from its awful head. The body of the beast was long, rather like a weasel’s body. This body was covered in thick, blond fur. Keith ram nor weasel nor lynx — it was all three. A monster. An abomination.”

Craig Laurance Gidney, Fur And Gold

MAN-SIZED POPPET

 

MAN-SIZED POPPET

“So Fox went down to the swamp, where a pool of hot black tar bubbled. He mixed the tar with a crude figure he made of sticks and bones he’d dug up from graves. He gave the tar-thing glass eyes stolen from a little girl’s doll, a maggoty potato for a nose, and a slice of watermelon fro lips. A gator’s over-ripe heart, bout with wire was placed in the thing’s gloppy chest. Fox knew some Hoo-doo, so he put the whammy on the thing and Presto! Blammo! It lurched behind him, a man-sized poppet.”

Craig Laurance Gidney, Beneath the Briar Patch

ACHTI

ACHTI

"An achti, perhaps. Some of those were the right size though they had three times as many teeth as I did and a real love of using them."

"I put the achti's long, warm body over my shoulder—glad that some of the weight I'd gained was muscle—and took it to the kitchen."

"T'Gatoi might want one, I told myself, for the tough, heavily furred hide of the achti."

Octavia Butler, Blood Child

TLIC

TLIC

"T'Gatoi whipped her three meters of body off her couch, toward the door, and out at full speed. She had bones—ribs, a long spine, a skull, four sets of limb bones per segment. But when she moved that way, twisting, hurling herself into controlled falls, landing running, she seemed not only boneless, but aquatic—something swimming through the air as though it were water. I loved watching her move."

"Except for the final few, all her limbs were dextrous."

"Ignoring the knife I offered her, she extended claws from several of her limbs and slit the achti from throat to anus. She looked at me, her yellow yes intent."

"I stared at her, outlined in the moonlight—coiled, graceful body."

"I felt the familiar sting, narcotic, mildly pleasant. Then the blind probing of her ovipositor."

Octavia Butler, Bloodchild

SHARK-WERE

SHARK-WERE

“Rusk noticed a new recruit, close-wrapped in layers of rags, whose looks disturbed him on some level far beyond mere instinct: squat but hunched, his eight grey-skinned fingers webbed and nailless, pallid skin visibly touched with chill. He did his work clumsily, forever turning a too-thick neck to train first one wide-spaced, lidless-seeming flat black eye on the task to hand, then the other; even what little the currently sinking sun was left appeared to pain him, making him bare a double-jarful of serrated teeth in a an aggressive sort of wince, as though he wanted to take a bite out of it and bring on a far more comfortable flood of dark.”

“The man barely seemed aware he was being spoke to, prompting Rusk to peer closer, checking whether his ears were over-muffled, slit — or even there, to begin with.”

Gemma Files, Two Captains

NOTH-YIDIK

NOTH-YIDIK

“Fool! Spawn of Noth-Yidik and effluvium of K’thun! Son of the dogs that howl in the maelstrom of Azathoth! You would have been sacred and immortal, and now you are betraying It and Its priest!"

H.P. Lovecraft & Hazel Heald, The Horror In the Museum

"Aye, I speak of the very Hounds Of Tindalos themselves, those Hunters From Beyond that be the Spawn of Noth-Yidik and the effluvium of K'thun, and that howl forever in the maelstrom that is dread and fearsome Azathoth; aye, They be none other than the very minions and servitors of the Daemon-Sultan, under Their ghastly sire and dam, Noth-Yidik and terrible K'thun."

Lin Carter, The Madness Out Of Time

ZHAR

ZHAR

"Lloigor, Zhar and Ithaqua shall ride the spaces among the stars and shall ennoble those who are their followers, who are the Tcho-Tcho; Cthugha shall encompass his dominion from Fomalhaut; Tzathoggua shall come from N'kai..."

H.P. Lovecraft & August Derleth, The Lurker At the Threshold

"For the thing that crouched in the weird green dusk was a living mass of shuddering horror, as ghastly mountain of sensate, quivering flesh, whose tentacles, far-flung in the dim reaches of the subterranean cavern, emitted a strange humming sound, while from the depths of the creature's body came a weird and horrific ululation. Then I fell back into Fo-Lan's arms. my mouth opened to cry out, but I felt the doctor's firm hand clapped across my lips, and from a great distance I seemed to hear his voice.
"That is Lloigor!"'
August Dertleth & Mark Schorer, The Lair Of the Star Spawn

OORN

OORN

"Oorn, though a creature of extremely doubtful nature, was the virtual ruler of Zeth. It obviously belonged somewhere in the outer abyss, but had blundered into Zeth one night and suffered capture by the shamith priests. The coincidence of Its excessively bizarre aspect and Its innate gift of mimicry had impressed the sacred brothers as offering vast possibilities, hence in the end they had set It up as a god and an oracle, organising a new brotherhood to serve It—and incidentally to suggest the edicts it should utter and the replies It should give."

"For a moment—as the ritual prescribed—he stayed in this abased position, and when he arose the dais was no longer empty. Unconcernedly munching something the priests had given It was a large pudgy creature very hard to describe, and covered with short grey fur. Whence It had come in so brief a time only the priests might tell, but the suppliant knew that It was Oorn."

"Having tidily finished Its food, Oorn raised three small reddish eyes to Yalden and uttered certain words in a tone of vast decisiveness: “Gumay ere hfotuol leheht teg.” After this It vanished suddenly in a cloud of pink smoke which seemed to issue from behind the curtain where the acolytes were."

H.P. Lovecraft & R.H. Barlow, The Hoard Of the Wizard-Beast

LLOIGOR

LLOIGOR
"Lloigor, Zhar and Ithaqua shall ride the spaces among the stars and shall ennoble those who are their followers, who are the Tcho-Tcho; Cthugha shall encompass his dominion from Fomalhaut; Tzathoggua shall come from N'kai..."
H.P. Lovecraft & August Derleth, The Lurker At the Threshold

"For the thing that crouched in the weird green dusk was a living mass of shuddering horror, as ghastly mountain of sensate, quivering flesh, whose tentacles, far-flung in the dim reaches of the subterranean cavern, emitted a strange humming sound, while from the depths of the creature's body came a weird and horrific ululation. Then I fell back into Fo-Lan's arms. my mouth opened to cry out, but I felt the doctor's firm hand clapped across my lips, and from a great distance I seemed to hear his voice.
"That is Lloigor!"'
August Dertleth & Mark Schorer, The Lair Of the Star Spawn

NUG 

"The ceremonies of Nug and Yeb sickened him especially—so much, indeed, that he refrained from describing them in his manuscript."
H.P. Lovecraft & Zealia Bishop, The Mound

"I talked in Yemen with an old man who had come back alive from the Crimson Desert—he had seen Irem, the City of Pillars, and had worshipped at the underground shrines of Nug and Yeb—Iä! Shub-Niggurath!"
H.P. Lovecraft & Adolphe de Castro, The Last Test

"In the end he felt sure that the gods friendly to man could be arrayed against the hostile gods, and believed that Shub-Niggurath, Nug, and Yeb, as well as Yig the Serpent-god, were ready to take sides with man against the tyranny and presumption of Ghatanothoa."
H.P. Lovecraft & Hazel Heald, Out Of the Aeons

YEB

 YEB

"The ceremonies of Nug and Yeb sickened him especially—so much, indeed, that he refrained from describing them in his manuscript."

H.P. Lovecraft & Zealia Bishop, The Mound

"I talked in Yemen with an old man who had come back alive from the Crimson Desert—he had seen Irem, the City of Pillars, and had worshipped at the underground shrines of Nug and Yeb—Iä! Shub-Niggurath!"
H.P. Lovecraft & Adolphe de Castro, The Last Test

In the end he felt sure that the gods friendly to man could be arrayed against the hostile gods, and believed that Shub-Niggurath, Nug, and Yeb, as well as Yig the Serpent-god, were ready to take sides with man against the tyranny and presumption of Ghatanothoa.
H.P. Lovecraft & Hazel Heald, Out Of the Aeons

GHATANOTHOA

GHATANOTHOA

"Sight of the god, or its image, as all the legends of the Yuggoth-spawn agreed, meant paralysis and petrifaction of a singularly shocking sort, in which the victim was turned to stone and leather on the outside, while the brain within remained perpetually alive—horribly fixed and prisoned through the ages, and maddeningly conscious of the passage of interminable epochs of helpless inaction till chance and time might complete the decay of the petrified shell and leave it exposed to die."

"Oozing and surging up out of that yawning trap-door in the Cyclopean crypt I had glimpsed such an unbelievable behemothic monstrosity that I could not doubt the power of its original to kill with its mere sight. Even now I cannot begin to suggest it with any words at my command. I might call it gigantic—tentacled—proboscidian—octopus-eyed—semi-amorphous—plastic—partly squamous and partly rugose—ugh! But nothing I could say could even adumbrate the loathsome, unholy, non-human, extra-galactic horror and hatefulness and unutterable evil of that forbidden spawn of black chaos and illimitable night. As I write these words the associated mental image causes me to lean back faint and nauseated."

H.P. Lovecraft & Hazel Heald, Out Of the Aeons

BOKRUG

BOKRUG

"However this may be, it is certain that they worshipped a sea-green stone idol chiselled in the likeness of Bokrug, the great water-lizard; before which they danced horribly when the moon was gibbous."

"Here was done the very secret and ancient rite in detestation of Bokrug, the water-lizard, and here rested the altar of chrysolite which bore the DOOM-scrawl of Taran-Ish."

H.P. Lovecraft, The Doom That Came To Sarnath