MercurialCurse's TG Transformation Stories

Mera's head felt heavy, her eyes fluttering wildly as a bright light burned into her vision. Her body felt heavy and felt pulled to the floor like one of the countless shipwrecks she had seen resting on the seafloor in her life. Her senses returning to her, Mera sat up and opened her eyes, gasping as she found herself in a room she didn't recognise. "What is this place...?" she muttered, rubbing her forehead. Hadn't... hadn't she been fighting Black Mantis somewhere in the Mediterranean? Her mind was a blur, and she groaned softly as she tried to remember... had she, the Queen of Atlantis, really been bested by a human? Standing up, Mera looked around and guessed by the desk mirror surrounded by lights that she was in a dressing room... but why was she here and not in some cage or prison? She could hear a slight rumbling in the air and floor around her, but it didn’t sound like the sound of a ship’s engine or the pressure of water… in fact, it sounded a lot...

  After hundreds of years of global organized crime, it seemed that 2018 would finally be the year in which the seedy underworld that resided in Japan would be completely and utterly eradicated: In a sudden and unexpected move the Japanese Prefectural Police Departments came together in a nation wide operation to tackle not only the corruption that had been slowly and quietly infiltrating their ranks over the years, but also the gangs who were responsible for it. As a result many Yakuza syndicates were finding themselves being ambushed at every corner by the special task forces; their moles and spies unable to warn or inform them of what was happening as they now sat in a jail cell. The end seemingly nigh, all the heads of each respective family gathered at a secure location to try and come up with a plan to adapt and survive this latest challenge to their reign. Yet only fifteen minutes into their meeting, they were suddenly interrupted by a mysterious stran...

" Call down the reckoning! To bring back hope and peace! Restore our gloria, to live forever! Bring down the dark regime, I know how to unleash eternal power! Lead us to order! I am the Lightbringerrrrrrrrr !" As the final word growled out of Karthus's maw, he cast his bony arms out and the jam-packed crowd suddenly roared to life with a storm of cheers and applause. A triumphant grin stretched across his thin, deathly pale face as he gleefully basked in the all glory and the warmth of the stagelight beaming down upon him for a couple seconds. Yanking his microphone off of its stand, the undead vocalist began to swiftly slide up and down the stage as he waited for the cheers and whoops to die down, the ends of his leathery robes fluttering from the sheer energy that had been steadily brewing up for the past 30 minutes. "So," ...