Mass Effect Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

"Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering. "Mira, nice name...are u a fresher? He asked looking me over from head to toe. "Of course, I'm even going to the auditorium for my last clearance. "Ohh, thought as much with the files on your hands, I'm walking towards that side. "Alright" I said clutching the files was holding on my chest as I caught him staring at my breasts. "Hope you don't mind me showing you around later, anytime you are chanced?

Mira's POV The White Coven: The heavy wind blew across my hair as I pushed the door's handle. The chimes jiggled loudly. I stepped in and all the women stopped chanting. Their dark clothes make everything eerie. Their heads suddenly turned to look at me. I stood still and noticed her, the high priestess at the altar. She raised her head revealing her dark shoulder length hair and thick eye liner. “Mira Alexander!!!” She yelled. I shuddered at the tone of her voice. She just had to be that loud. “Yes, priestess.”

Hacking wasn't Larissa's forte, and she had obtained this Trojan program from Zayn. Their group of companions each possessed unique talents. Larissa was adept in medicine, Zayn was a skilled hacker, Rachel excelled in covert operations, and Galileo was a versatile talent. Miranda took a sip of red wine and turned on the television. Suddenly, a line of red, blood-dripped text appeared on the screen. "Go to hell, Miranda!" She looked as if she had seen a ghost. Her hand trembled, knocking over the red wine glass. The vivid red liquid spilled all over her, but she didn't bother to wipe it off. She stared at the television in inexplicable horror.

I stepped outside and swept my eyes across, breath now hitching in my throat. There was something about the place that looked so colorless, so lifeless. Servants observed us from afar like we had come from another planet instead of another pack. There was only one that was brave enough to approach. Miranda. Her deep brown hair had several lines of silver tracing all over and there was not a flicker of light to be found in her eyes, I felt my heart shift. Miranda was one of the few people who respected me as Luna, she had become the head maid a few years before I became Luna, a bubbly diligent woman with an hospitable aura.

From the edge of the ring, a familiar voice cuts through the noise, smooth and lazy. “That’s what she said the last three years,” Mira drawls. “And she still can’t even grow a single fang.” More laughter. Mira’s dark hair is braided in intricate loops, her body lean and strong in a fitted training top. Future Luna material, everyone says. Powerful bloodline. Early shifter. Full control. Everything I’m not. I roll my shoulders back, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “One more time,” I tell Rowan. He sighs like I’m wasting the entire pack’s oxygen. “Fine. Last time. Then you need to get ready.”

The moment he stopped seeing Thea the servant and started seeing something else. Someone else. "Who are you?" he asked quietly. "And don't lie to me again. I'm done with lies." I could feel Ramona trembling behind me. Could feel the weight of the sword in my hand. Could feel my wolf pushing forward, ready to fight or die. Maybe both. "My name," I said clearly, "is Mira. Luna of Evergreen Pack. Daughter of Selena and Marcus Hale. Mate of Alpha Kael." My voice hardened. "And mother of Magnus, the son your army murdered."

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

This knowledge could be the key to tipping the scales in her favor once again. Slipping away as quietly as she had come, Miranda made her way to her quarters. She closed the door behind her, her hands trembling as she fished a small communication device out of her pocket. Her loyalty demanded action, and this was her chance to prove her usefulness to Celeste. On the other end of the line, Celeste answered almost immediately, her tone sharp and commanding. “What is it?” she demanded. “Luna,” Miranda whispered, her voice shaky but determined. “I have something you need to hear. Something that could change everything.”

In a silence that settled on them so heavily, they remembered how fragile a position they had come to be in now. In the far shadows of the hall, a figure emerged: presence commanding, shrouded in some aura of foreboding. **Miranda**, mother of Maxine, stepped forward out of that shadow, and her dark eyes were crisscrossed by lines of painful life decisions and unyielding belief. Long silver hair flowed down her back like a river of moonlight, her expression grim with determination. "This," Miranda said, her voice low and laced with fear, "is why I wanted to kill Hannah before. The prophecy was clear. If we allow the three-moon eclipse to come to pass, it will bring destruction. It might kill

“Hey! Earth to Victoria. What’s the problem? Haven’t you seen people kiss before? It’s not the end of the world.” She growled again, deeper this time. “Mate.” The word came out deep, barely human. Her fists unclenched slowly, nails digging into her palms like she was fighting claws. Mate? I looked again. Really looked. Then I saw Miranda…my Miranda, the fake Kira…pinned against the wall, lips locked with some tall guy. Dark hair, broad shoulders, hands on her waist like he owned her. And Victoria was vibrating with rage and possession at this point.