Imagine that each game is a dimension. Imagine that each game is a life that you are living in someone else's shoes. If you could, would you travel to other dimensions like these? Nemesis will find out whether or not he would like to do this.

Max Fazbear

Zack is, or rather was a child, normal and healthy as many, until the day of the accident, the new powers, the new life, the new D.U.P.

Stravinsky

It's been three months since Augustine was arrested and the D.U.P. knocked down. Delsin Rowe, Fetch Walker and Eugene Sims spend their lives in Seattle, protecting the citizens of whatever it may be, and have never heard from any conductor who has gone bad. Benjamin Martin, a metal conductor, reveals to Delsin that an old friend of his, a retired military man, and his daughter are moving to Seattle and asks him to see them. The conductor meets marine and military scientist Nicholas Wright and his daughter Tess Wright, who seems to hate Delsin with all his might. With the friendship of Nicholas and Delsin, the scientist asks the driver to watch his daughter while he is at work, who after several problems in the cities where they lived, he is afraid to leave Tess alone. Knowing that the Wright family is hiding something that threatens their lives, Delsin agrees to take care of Tess and investigate what the military family wants to hide.

Drake Hellfire

Light Thunderer is a boy with an unimaginable gift, able to drain and create electricity and thunder, he is one of the conductors, now he has to figure out how to survive in the evil city of new york that hunts the conductors. Here's an action adventure and lots of violence in Lightning Conduit!

Malkallan

War. How can a single word make so much difference? Hate. How can an emotion change the world? Revenge. How can a desire destroy us? She already died, that was a year ago, but why does her legacy, marked by blood, hate and destruction, persist? Why can't they forget? Why can't I forget? We are conductors, we were supposed to be capable of anything, but she corrupted us, got the best of us. And now, what's left? The ashes of a distant past? Or the false promises of a good future? Most may just be dust and shadow, but I'm not that, I'm the smoke, and I, Delsin Rowe, will still fight... and I hope you fight by my side..... ...

Thuler Teaholic

The thief let go of Yasmine's hand and walked away, the girl was sure the face under her hood was smiling. - Well, well, you really are a rare find, Yasmine Moralez. - The thief's breath was as labored as the driver's. He got to his knees trying to get up. Yasmine was still hunched over the ground, the rain soaking her to the bone. She coughed up the water trying to get into her lungs. -I'm ...-she leaned on her fists, but her body seemed to weigh a ton. -Unique…-she said in something that was a mixture of pride and defiance. The thief made a rasping sound that came along with a cough, the girl guessed it was a laugh. - Indeed - He made a small sphere of black ink in his hand, testing the new power. The sphere crumbled as he tried to cover a cough in an instinctive gesture. - I knew you were unique, Yasmine, but I didn't count on it. He got up and looked at her from above. - You are very important, Yas. -He turned his back on her. - One day I'll be there to tell you how much. - Having said that, he started to walk away. The young woman reached out as if trying to reach him. - Who are you? The question didn't seem to surprise the thief. He paused, pondering, until he was back on his feet, heading out of the alley he'd dragged her into. - The Third Son. -He replied with his coat flying behind his back. - And this day is not long in coming. -He uttered low, disappearing in the rain.