Chapter 31: Carpe Baculum

 A dog with a stick in its mouth running away from a large bonfire

Chapter 30: Larry and the sound of one hand clapping

 A werewolf meditating on a small island in a pond, Ukiyo-e

Chapter 29:Snuff shows the way

 Inside of a barn, a victorian widow watches a large dog draw patterns in the dirt, in the style of Da Vinci

Chapter 28: Dog's Nest

 “A howling dog next to a broken Stonehenge beneath a full moon on a hill.”

Chapter 27: Bubo comes clean

 A black cat talking to a dog and a large rat in a barn, in the style of Charlotte's Web

These are all weird and wrong, but each in a different way.

Chapter 26: Werewolf Bar Mitvah

 A wolf who is secretly Sherlock Holmes near a stream in a forest, pastels. 

Chapter 25: Growing moon. Angry cat. Feather on the wind. Autumn comes. The grass dies.

  Growing moon.  Angry cat.  Feather on the wind.  Autumn comes.  The grass dies.

I'm rather pleased with what we got from such an abstract prompt. 

Chapter 24: Wild Things

 A witch and a Victorian gentleman sipping sherry in a parlor. A black cat and a large dog watch. Dead monsters are piled in the next room. Lithograph.

Chapter 23: "I've come for my dog," he said. "That's him on your table."

A sinister Victorian gentleman standing in a doorway holding a knife. A black cat watches at his heels, tarot card.

Chapter 22: Dream Quest

 A dog and a cat wandering through an MC Escher painting.

Chapter 21: The World is a Vampire

 Evil laughing vampire in the style of Modigliani.

I've always liked Graymalk's description of the Count.      "I saw him one night, departing that first crypt.  I'd hidden myself on a tree limb, to watch it happen.  He seemed to ooze up out of there as if he weren't really moving any muscles, just flowing, the way Quicklime can do.  Then he stood there a moment with his cloak flapping about him in the wind, turning his head, looking at the world as if he owned it and was deciding what part of it would amuse him just then.  And then he laughed.  I'll never forget that sound.  He just threw his head back and barked, not the way you do, unless you've a special way of barking just before you eat something that might not want to be eaten, and that this pleases you, adds to the flavor.  Then he moved, and it played tricks with my eyes.  He was different things, different shapes, flapping cloak all about, even in different places at the same time, and then he was gone, like a piece of the cloak sailing away in the moonlight.  I wasn't unhappy to see him go."

Chapter 20: "Pret-ty kit-ty."

“Frankenstein's monster petting a back cat in the rain, art deco ”

I did not realize that I had a typo and wrote back cat instead of black cat. Made for an interesting picture, though.

 Also, I was lazy for my first draft and thought DALL E wouldn't make a difference between Frankenstein and his monster. Looks like it did! :“Frankenstein petting a black cat in the rain, art deco." So, Kudos, even if it thinks Victor Frankenstein looks like radioactive Alfred bothering a spotted cyclops cat.

Chapter 19: Nevermore

 Oil painting of a sinister albino raven watching from atop a church steeple

Holy shit! Giant raven!