[Featured Story and Wattpad Prize Winner 2014] When Malachi, an exiled murder, activates a magic relic and duplicates his world, he uses his newly found power to win over the Larks, dog-like creatures from the North. Seeking to locate his missing daughter and plot revenge on those responsible for her disappearance, Malachi marches south, leaving destruction in his wake. Whik Winfield, a young, adventurous Hemonstalian, is swept up in the chaos. He escapes with fellow survivors to the mysterious island of Sebolt, leaving everything he knew behind, including his best friend Sonora. Whik hoped peace could be restored in his new home, but when he finds a mysterious device and creates a world of his own, his troubles double. Can Whik understand how to wield his world-building power before Malachi takes it all away? When the path of worlds can change with a shift in the wind, Whik learns that all second chances come with a price. This dark fantasy novel interweaves Whik's story at ages 9 and 17, as he comes to terms with creating another him, attempts to stop the fall of his nation from a ruthless murderer, and realizes that in order to save the girl he loves in one world, he may have to die in another.

Your world, known as Earth Realm. A world with human, Hybrid and creature, is the surface world of a gateway leading to a multitude of others called Realms, ruled by the Five Elder Gods. A human falls through an emergency portal back into Earth Realm from a Realm known as The Creek, finding himself at our base. That of an elite, black bag organisation that monitors illegal travel and offences committed within Earth, and dealing with the constant threat of a hostile take over from that of another.Beaten to near death and effected with mild amnesia, he remembers his name and the last few years, but who is he? What is he? What does he know? And, what was he running from? There are secrets being kept by both Earth Realm and The Creek. And in keeping these, the repercussions of them will soon spill onto the innocent of Earth, resulting in covered up catastrophes that you may remember. So follow this, the first instalment of Protan's tale of torment, power and wonder as he digs into his disturbing past, and unravels the conspiracy of his existence and that of our world. Welcome, to the real world, of the Hybrid.

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.