Karika The Troubled


With a crappy degree and shitty luck, I find myself at a loss for words at the situation I found myself in. A school for the mentally challenged Mamono, I ended up teaching the worse group of degenerate, classless women of the now non fictitious world of Monster girls!

TMRC (Troubled Mamono Reformation Class) Is an institute that hosts a variety of Mamono of all races with the sole purpose of reforming them to behave responsibly in the world of the human dominated planet Earth. Little did I know this opportunity would change how I saw these “Savages” For better or worse.

Monsters Are Better Part 1


“Mom, Dad, Jeremy, I would like you to meet my girlfriend. This is Gretchen.”  My younger brother, Matthew said while gesturing to an uninterested human girl. Mom and Dad were of course delighted by this, but if anything I was concerned about his safety. Nowadays, dating is hell. Nearly all of the interaction between potential partners is online. Most Women either have sky-high expectations, distribute pornographic images of themselves across the internet, or both. 

There are laws in just about every human country that are anti-male. For example, there are laws that state when a woman accuses a man of a crime such as rape, the man will be punished for the crime even without evidence. I thank whatever deity out there that a bachelor’s tax doesn’t exist yet. This stuff is why I’ve just about given up on dating. 

Wormhole Ch.13


Finally ready to return to his home base, Jason stops off at a friend’s for a much needed break along the way. Then comes the most dreaded part of his day: confronting Veina and explaining his disappearance to the distraught Demon. Will Jason be greeted with a hug or a another black eye?

Wormhole Ch.12


After Jason’s latest excursion through Wonderland, fate has placed a roadblock in his path. With no trace of the escaped Skarliks, Jason decides to head back home and regroup to determine his next step. But some unexpected company will make his journey back to Vallick much longer than he originally planned.

Wormhole Ch.11 (Updated)


As Jason explores through Wonderland he finds more than just Skarliks. An enthusiastic guide, hyjinks, shenanigans, battles, chases, messes, trouble, nudity, orgies, tea parties, and more. What else is there to say? It’s Wonderland.

Wormhole Ch.10 (Updated)


Now face to face with the mamano that took his prized armor, Jason will have to pull all the stops to get his armor back. But surely a smart ass with an acid tongue and a selfish, haughty Dragon can calmly work things out peacefully, right? Strap in, folks. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. For both of them…

Wormhole Ch.9 (Updated)


With an aching body and spotty memory, Jason wakes up knowing full well that his last portal encounter could have gone much, much better. Also, Jason wakes up to find that he has company…

To Be a Rock and Not to Roll


In the last city, Mammon, the sins of past lives are inked onto the skin of every man, woman, and child with tattoo-like birthmarks. The more skin the markings cover, the deeper their sins, and the less trust they’re given. Trust that Dias Drake, a young man with 24% of his body covered in markings, will need if he wants to realize his dream of becoming an explorer. However, in Mammon, someone that heavily marked will find gaining trust near impossible, and so, a storm rolls over the city when the marked underclass organize.

Shouts and raised fists call for every heart to be counted. Will Dias be counted among the marked in rebelling against the tyrannical SAFE Act, join the unmarked who hold his dream in their hands, or with everything to gain and nothing to lose, will he be able to keep a distant promise to not be blown away with everyone else?

Bird’s Eye View: Chapter 6- Tact and Tactical


“Who are you working for?” the cupid snapped impatiently. “There’s no way a dumbass like you could traffic all those extraspecies by yourself!”

Nope- not gonna dignify that question with a response. I keep quiet as I suddenly catch a whiff of formaldehyde.

“You’re making this too easy, Custer.” a voice familiar taunted.

God damn it- of course it had to be Zombina. FUCK! That smirking ginger zombie had to be enjoying every moment of this.

“Tell that chopper to move to the assembly area- I can’t fly five feet thanks to the rotor wash!” the cupid barked to somebody over the radio.

“Ma’am- this is a crime scene.” I can hear one of the other officers say. “I’m going to have to ask you to keep back.”

Only she wasn’t talking to Zombina.

“Hold up! Hold up!” another familiar voice called out.

The pushy raccoon-dog drew incredulous glares from the cupid and zombie as she made her way through the police cordon as though she was daring anybody to stop her.

“I’m sure you girls would get in really big trouble with the U.S. Attorney’s Office if their big case got thrown out because my client was roughed up while in your custody.” Akagane continued, looking around reproachfully at Bina, the cupid and other officers still in tactical gear.