Magical Apocalypse Girls: Hot Wheels: A Monster-Girl Harem Adventure

Warning: please read all the way through if you need to be warned about adult content

They opened a tomb and it was like a nuclear bomb that granted wishes.

Halfway around the world archaeologists opened a 12,000-year-old tomb and a white light covered the entire planet. Once it was gone so were most of the people. And everyone who was left was cursed to change.

Jeff woke up at his office desk after a night of binge-drinking and can’t tell what’s worse: suddenly being able to use magic in a world gone mad, or, knowing he met the girl of his dreams the day the world ended.

He wasn't even looking for love anymore; how many times can you get ignored by the cute girl who made your coffee every day, get dissed by a soccer milf, get friendzoned hard by your tomboy crush and have the hot office intern shoot you down. But then Paige appeared, with her pentacle pin and "Kiss Me, I'm Elvish" t-shirt, and suddenly everything changed. Little did Jeff know that the pointy-eared elf DNA he had always been told was just a myth was about to become a reality. And who would have thought that discovering a lost city and opening ancient vaults would wipe away the whole world?
One minute he was a nobody, just trying to make it through the day, and the next he was a survivor with magic powers, fighting in a world full of monsters. Ex-girlfriend? Gone. His scumbag landlord? Turned into a talking toad and then got eaten by a slime monster from the back legs up. Daily commute? There wasn’t even a subway. Lineup for his morning coffee? There wasn’t even a line… or a coffee place.

His sleazeball boss?

Well… that was a story that would take a hot minute to tell.

18+ CONTENT WARNING: this story is a fantasy harem where the morals and social constructs of today’s world can’t survive in a magical apocalypse. You’ll find orc cop human traffickers, lizard used car dealers, demon dungeons and minotaur urban gangs. If you are easily offended by open-minded elf girls, buxom barista goblins, succubus soccer moms or mail-order landlord trophy wives maybe you should go read something in the ‘sensitive wankerboy poetry’ section. Otherwise, gird yer loins for harem girls!