Mass Effect 2 Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

Miranda Lawson wasn’t your typical Cerberus operative. Although she was one of the Illusive Man’s most trusted lieutenants, she had no real problem with any of the other species of the galaxy. If she was honest, even her boss didn’t in the grand scheme of things. She was aware of his lovers, most of whom were asari. It was a secret very few knew.

he said, voice almost too low to hear, “you’ll have your vengeance.” Tammy came next—tall, rigid, her silver-blonde hair braided in a soldier’s crown. “I do,” she said simply. “For the Luna. For the Alpha. For every cub born under this sky.” And then came Mira. A hush swept the clearing as she stepped forward. Wolves parted like the sea for her. Even now, decades after the Kaldea Wars—Mira moved like legend made flesh. Her twin daggers hung easy at her hips. Silver streaked her braids. Her throat bore the scars of battles fought beside Noah’s mother.

"Send out an alert across the whole area. Give any prize. The price doesn't matter to me. "Alpha, the logistics alone..." Alistair started, but a new voice, full of a strange, old power, came through the door and broke the sterile air. "That won't be necessary." I turned, my instincts on fire. Miranda stood there, and her body looked both weak and very strong. Her chestnut hair, which had silver streaks in it, was blowing in the wind, and her simple dress was wet with dew from the night, as if she had run through the woods without caring about the paths. But it was her eyes that kept me there. Miranda's eyes were centuries old and full of sadness and a hint of terrifying, ancient knowledge.

I reply. Miranda starts pacing and looks like she is arguing with herself. I can tell she is conflicted and doesn’t want to reveal who she is, but we need to be honest in our relationship. I need to know who she is. Particularly if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. “I am not at liberty to say what I do,” she starts with me ready to jump in and argue. Miranda holds up her hand, “Wait, I am not at liberty to tell you everything. What I can tell you is I am a warrior. So along with being a witch, I can also fight to protect myself and others. I wasn’t afraid when I went to Lily’s room. I have good instincts and I can fight, but I also have stronger powers than the a

Mira said. “She's just a human, what can she do to me?” Now, I was amused by Mira's reaction. “Lyra, she's just human?” Mira rolled her eyes. “You think someone that was able to make Rowan fall in love with her and keep her as his mistress even when he got married doesn't have some tricks up her sleeves?” She asked and I nodded in understanding. “You might actually be right,” I acknowledged. “I am right,” She puffed her chest with a smile.

"He'll run back to whoever hired him, tail between his legs, spreading stories about how I smashed him but showed mercy." Isla stared, understanding dawning. This was how Liam maintained his reputation—not just through brute strength, but through psychological warfare. Every encounter was a message, every fight a warning. Movement caught her eye. Maria was walking towards them, her body shifting back to human form. She looked exhausted but triumphant. The two wolves who had helped her in the fight began their own transformation. One was a muscular man with a friendly face, his smile warm despite the violence they'd just witnessed. The other—Isla's jaw dropped—was Miranda. The top Victoria's

She cast her glance around, her heart thudding against her chest. "Where am I?" she whispered softly to herself. "You are where it all started." A soft, friendly voice broke the tranquil silence, which Luna spun around and gasped. It was Mira, the woman who had shown them the relic! Time didn't mar her ethereal beauty - a river of moonlight washed through her back in silver hair. But her expression was unreadable, a dangerously fault line between sadness and something darker. "Mira?" Luna's voice sank lower and incisive, pressing with suspicion. "What are you doing here? Why are you—"

I began, my voice steady despite the tremors within, "Today, I enact Luna's Law." The room grew silent. The heaviness of history hung over me, with the council collectively poised, waiting for my words. A moment intended to be freeing felt constricted. "This law reestablishes my rights and voice. It emphasizes that leadership transcends gender and tradition." I gazed at the faces of my friends watching me on the screen; their courage was palpable. They supported and inspired me to reclaim my strength.

'No one is worth you crying yourself to death over! Miranda saw a young she wolf. She was pretty and was looking at her with compassion. 'Who are you?' she asked. 'I am Roma Lawrence', she answered. 'I was just passing by when I heard someone crying', she said, helping her back to her feet. 'You shouldn't cry that way. It is not good for your health', she said and sighed as she offered Miranda her handkerchief. 'The way you were crying so brokenly, it is evident that a man is the cause. He broke your heart didn't he?'

Back to her. "Kieran." I stopped dead in my tracks, recognizing the voice immediately. Miranda Ashworth stepped out of the shadows near my door, her perfectly styled blonde hair catching the overhead lighting. She was beautiful, I'd give her that—tall, elegant, with the kind of classical features that photographers loved. But she'd never made my pulse race, never made my wolf sit up and take notice. She'd never been Seraphina. "Miranda," I said carefully, noting the tight set of her jaw and the fire in her blue eyes. "I wasn't expecting you here."