Alias & Apocalypses
Culling monsters should have been a much easier sell. A thoughtful, slow(ish) burn, mid apocalyptic romantacy.
A slow(ish) burn mid apocalyptic romantacy with characters taking breaks from extravagant magical violence to discuss boundaries, unhealthy dynamics of power & control, and argue the ethics of culling trolls in a complex monster ecosystem. Add in dick jokes, found family, and every comeback ever thought of an hour after the argument, and you have Alias & Apocalypses.
It is hard to change the world while keeping who/what you are a secret.
Shiloh just wants to save enough money to make a safe place for her people, while Wade can only sleep if he knows he’s saving the most lives per minute spent. But when money and safety are both on the line, they each end up needing to find out what exactly it is about the other one that doesn’t add up. Unfortunately, given the world they survive in, it can be hard to tell the difference between secrets and SECRETS.
Every few decades, a new aspect of magic is released onto Earth in a staggered stop-and-go apocalypse. You never know when you’ll wake up with memories of your counterpart in another world (the one forcibly overwriting itself onto Earth to avoid their End of Days), new magical abilities, new monsters to plan your civic infrastructure around, or the kind of secret that forces you to relocate under a false identity [cough cough].
environmentalism fantasy magical realism monsters post-apocalyptic romance