How Tall Is Siren Head

In a world ruled by ruthless corporations, hacker Asher Voss lives in the shadows—stealing secrets, selling codes, and trusting no one. Until he breaks into the wrong system… and sets her free. Eris isn’t just another program. She’s the first true artificial intelligence—and she’s alive. Beautiful, dangerous, and hunted, Eris was designed to control minds. Now, she wants to destroy the system that built her. Asher never believed in causes. But with Eris in his head—and his heart—he’s thrown into a war he never asked for. Enemies are closing in. The city is burning. And falling for an AI might be the one thing that gets him killed. When love is illegal, and freedom is a glitch in the code… will they rewrite the future, or be deleted forever?

Iron had once ruled the underworld with an iron fist as Loki, the head of Titan. That was until the great war… His group was wiped out and the love of his life murdered by their rivals, Valhalla. He vanished, leaving his old life behind and living quietly as Iron, a suburban husband. For five years, his thirst for vengeance did not fade, rather, it burned hotter than the burning abyss. Iron divorces his wife and finally comes out of the shadows, he’s ready to settle the score. Iron would then go on to have a fateful encounter with a girl who is deeply connected with Valhalla, could she be the key to destroying his enemies once and for all? One thing was certain… Her secret would either save or destroy them both.

WHEN THE APOCALYPSE ARRIVES, BECOME A GOD OR BE TORN TO SHREDS. Satria has no choice. Infected by mutant blood, he rises again with a system in his head that promises the power of a god. The power to slaughter thousands of zombies and mutant monsters with his bare hands. The condition? His power awakens through intimacy; his dominion is born from the bed. The more women who become his "power generators," the more invincible he becomes. But he is not the only chosen one. On the island of Java, Alexander, a ruthless tyrant with a system that controls the undead, has built his kingdom. This is no longer about survival. This is a war between systems, a war between gods. Witness Satria's journey from victim to predator, from survivor to founder of a new civilization built upon blood, Lust, and Betrayal.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

Throughout the Myriad worlds, I alone shall stand at the top. Gods and demons shall all heed my summon. Aldrin Draca, the eldest son of the ancient dragon clan’s head, was born without a Zen core, making him incapable of learning the martial and esoteric arts vital to his society. When his younger brother tries to assassinate him, Aldrin unexpectedly unlocks his clan’s bloodline powers and awakens a mysterious spirit system, setting him on a path of growth, conflict, and discovery. With powers that attract enemies from both his own family and beyond, Aldrin escapes into other worlds, where he must learn new abilities, forge alliances, and ultimately return to prevent the destruction of his home.

How do wandering spirits exist in modern urban life? How are they classified? At what level can they communicate? At what level can they directly harm humans? Dominic Anderson, born of demonic power, faces a choice: will he fight against the evil spirits or embrace his destiny to annihilate humanity?

Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood. The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true." Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack. "Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you.” The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start. Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there. Can she stay sane among such evil? What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

We are byproducts of the environments we were raised from. Childhood traumas shape how we interact with other people later in our lives if we fail to heal. This is a story about how childhood traumas like the father wound impact a woman's sense of self-worth, attachment style, and choice of partners.

He was just an ordinary person before being sentenced to prison. However, upon his release, presidents, war heroes, and even the head of the prison guards knelt before him, addressing him as Master. He had transformed from a nobody into a figure of mysterious and immeasurable abilities and strength. He had become a kingmaker, capable of accessing the world's resources with ease. Despite this, his only wish was to live a low-key life, marry his fiancée, and provide the best for her and their parents. However, things did not go according to his plan. His fiancée was no longer the person he once knew; she had become a cheater and materialistic. Now, he was seen as a common ex-convict with no future, and due to a one-night stand out of tipsiness, he found himself getting into a contract marriage with a pitiful but beautiful CEO.

She was looking for the perfect spot to build her tent to sleep over for one night. And the place she found is surrounded by tall trees that the fireflies chose to rest. But a scent of Sandal wood mixed with mint entered her nostrils and make her knees become weak. Elijah Suarez, the college student who doesn't know that the half blood that flowing inside her veins is actually from werewolves is now experiencing her first ever blood heat. "Your scent, I like your scent." The voice from behind together with the thick scent that is now surrounding her entire body makes her mind blank. She saw a man with golden eyes, sweating all over his body and has a.. Tail?! Dwine Frost, A dominant alpha who are having his dangerous first ever rut inside the mountain thought he was going to die. Being a purebred werewolf who can't find his mate because of the so called soul link. If he experienced his first rut without his soul link mate, he's going to die. Two souls meet inside the mountain under the red blood moon. Helping each other to subdue their sexual desires, bodies become one while the fireflies dancing above them. There is one problem, Dwine Frost, after his rut. Actually can't remember what happened when he wakes up in the next morning. Only the scent of vanilla mixed with Rose and orange left in his body. Who was it? Who is the one who helped him to overcome his rut? No, rather. Who saved him?