Mass Effect Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

she said, shaking out her mane of white hair, stray twigs, and leaves falling to the road. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Miranda, and I am the Beta of this here pack. Also, you're under arrest." "Under who's authority!? Pelham sputtered. "Why the Luna of the Opal Hill," Miranda raised her arms and twirled around, the poncho she was wearing flapping in the breeze. "Why the master of the very hills you're currently standing on." "Oh," I offered intelligently. "'Oh,' indeed," Miranda winked.

--- The first figure appeared at the edge of the silver flowers. She was young, perhaps seventeen, with dark hair and a faded Academy uniform that had not been worn in decades. Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful, and she was translucent—not quite solid, not quite a ghost. A memory given form. Seren's breath caught. "That's Mira. She was a candidate. The network took her in the third year of the loop. She was one of the first." The figure—Mira—opened her eyes. They were not hollow. They were bright, aware, and they fixed on Seren with an expression of profound gratitude.

"Do you remember?" She nodded slightly. "Yes, Luna." "Did you see who was with Alpha Alexander? The one who helped him to the study?" She shook her head. "I only saw from behind. An Omega in staff uniform, but..." "But what?" Alexander prompted. "I didn't recognize her. And I know all the staff." Alexander and I exchanged glances. An infiltrator. "Thank you," I said. "What's your name?" "Mira, Luna." "Mira, I promised you last night that the Felix Foundation would help with your pup's medical care. Lyra will take your information and arrange everything."

Julia’s POV “So you already signed custody papers, but now you want to file for full custody?” the lawyer asked. She was a good-looking woman, with her dark hair pulled back into a low bun and a sharpness to her face. She wore thick, black rimmed glasses and deep red lipstick. Her tailored black suit covered a blue silk blouse. For all intents and purposes, she looked exactly like what I imagined a professional, cut throat lawyer to look like. Her name was Miranda, and she was the best of the best, according to Mira. I’d called her that very morning from Mira’s house as soon as we’d finished breakfast. To my surprise, she’d been able to schedule me in that afternoon.

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

Just awareness. And a voice echoed through its heart. A whisper of Mira’s final words, buried in old code: > “If she survives all of us… then she’s not the weapon.” > “She’s the world.”

She sighed, her head resting on the man's shoulder. “I have always regarded Maya as my good sister in the past. I didn't hold a grudge against her, so I didn't expect her to flirt with Lucas behind my back. Yes, Lucas was my boyfriend at the time, On the night of Lucas's birthday, Maya asked me over.., and then arranged for two men to use me," said Miranda with a trembling voice. She couldn't say anything. Her tears were forming underneath her eyes. She then felt Isaiah's hug tighten around

"And it got you nowhere close to their main base." "To think that you know who I am and what I'm doing, I might don't have a choice but to silence you," General Sylas replied. "I'm making friends with the enemy of my enemy." "Mira Red, that is your name. Lord Stefano is really interested in you." "That sounds really wrong, but he doesn't have to know we've met." "And why is that?" Mira got up and walked to his table. She placed a hard drive stick on the table. General Sylas only stared at it without intending to touch it as if it contained a contagious disease.

Lily explains to me and the frown adorning my forehead, deepens. My eyes move to rest on Miracle's face. The dark circles are encircling her eyes. Her face is all dirty and pale. Her cheekbones look too prominent. My heartbeat quickens, realizing the fact that she is going to die if her abilites don't start working soon. “ Miranda can fix this probably. ” Lily suggests and I snap my head at her. Miranda is a witch who lives in our pack boundaries. She is the niece of Amanda who is the Oracle.

Chapter 33 SERAPHINA Lucas stopped pacing and came to stand in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. "Then what's the plan?" he asked. "Because if you're going to do this, we need to be smart about it. Strategic. Miranda Ashworth has spent years positioning herself as the perfect Luna, and she's not going to give up her prize without a fight." "I know," I said, feeling a smile curve my lips—the kind of smile that had once made grown Alphas nervous when I was planning something particularly devious. "That's why I'm not going after Kieran directly. Not yet, anyway."