Your Novel. Broadcast Live.
Radio Novel turns your manuscript into a fully-produced radio drama — narration, character voices, soundscapes, and music, orchestrated by AI and directed by you.
No account required to see your price. $89 per finished hour, 20% deposit to begin.
From manuscript to full production
Every scene goes through the same craftsmanship, whether it's a short story or a saga.
Cast Your Characters
Our AI detects every speaking character in your manuscript. You direct the casting with a full voice audition wizard, or design brand-new AI voices from scratch.
Cinematic Production
Narration, dialogue, ambience, Foley, and an original score — composed and mixed into one immersive production, with expressive delivery for every line.
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Preview before you pay the balance. Download the final mix plus every isolated stem track — narration, each character, Foley, ambience, and music.
Hear it for yourself
Four short scenes, four genres — the same AI production pipeline every one of your scenes goes through.
The Last Standoff
A sheriff and an outlaw face off in the dusty street of Dry Gulch.
Narrator [dramatic tone] The sun hung low over Dry Gulch, bleeding orange light across the dust and the boarded-up windows. Sheriff Amos Cole stood alone in the middle of the street, and he was not smiling.
Sheriff Cole [drawn out] Three years, Jed. Three years I've been waiting on this street for you to come walking back into town.
Jed Calloway [mischievously] Now, now, Amos. Is that any way to greet an old friend?
Narrator [pause] The outlaw's hand hovered near his holster, easy as anything, like the two of them were just passing the time of day.
Sheriff Cole [shouts] Friend? You burned down the Hendersons' barn with their boy still asleep in the hayloft!
Jed Calloway [sighs] That boy got out. I made sure of it myself before I lit the match. Some things I don't forgive myself for either, Sheriff.
Narrator [dramatic tone] For a long moment, neither man moved. Somewhere down the street, a shutter banged loose in the wind.
Sheriff Cole [whispers] Draw, Jed. Or ride out of Dry Gulch and never come back.
Jed Calloway [drawn out] Wasn't planning on staying, Sheriff. Never was.
Narrator [dramatic tone] And then, without another word, Jed Calloway turned his horse toward the horizon, and Dry Gulch let out a breath it had been holding for three long years.
Signal from the Deep
A ship's AI detects something that shouldn't be possible.
Narrator [dramatic tone] Three months into the deep-space survey, the transport ship Meridian's AI flagged an anomaly that shouldn't have existed at all.
ORACLE [pause] Captain Reyes. I am detecting a structured signal originating from an object with no prior catalog entry.
Captain Reyes [tired] It's the middle of my sleep cycle, ORACLE. Tell me it can wait until morning ship-time.
ORACLE [interrupting] It cannot wait. The signal is repeating in a pattern consistent with our own first-contact protocol.
Narrator [pause] Reyes was on her feet before ORACLE finished the sentence.
Captain Reyes [gasps] That protocol was classified eighteen years before this ship was even built. Nobody outside the Fleet has it.
ORACLE [drawn out] Correct, Captain. Which raises the one question I am unable to answer on my own. Who out here already knows how we say hello?
Narrator [dramatic tone] Outside the viewport, the object hung motionless in the black, waiting, it seemed, to be answered.
The House on Miller Street
A storm-stranded traveler is not alone in the basement.
Narrator [pause] The storm had chased Ellen Marsh off the highway and into the only house with a porch light still burning on Miller Street.
Ellen [tired] Hello? The lady at the gas station said this place takes travelers in bad weather.
Narrator [pause] No one answered. But somewhere below her feet, floorboards creaked, slow and deliberate, like something pacing itself.
Ellen [whispers] Hello?
The House [whispers] You're already inside. That's the only invitation I ever needed.
Narrator [gasps] Ellen spun toward the basement door, certain, certain, she had locked it behind her the moment she walked in.
The House [drawn out] Stay as long as you like, Ellen. The others did.
Ellen [shouts] How do you know my name?
Narrator [dramatic tone] The porch light went out. And on Miller Street, the storm swallowed everything that happened next.
The Clockwork Nightingale
A princess and her mechanical companion sing beneath the stars.
Narrator [happily] Long after the kingdom's real nightingales had flown south for a winter that never seemed to end, Princess Lira built herself one that never had to leave.
Nightingale [pause] Good evening, Princess. The stars are seventeen minutes early tonight.
Princess Lira [laughs softly] The stars don't run on a schedule, little bird.
Nightingale [curious] Then perhaps it is I who am seventeen minutes late. I have not yet decided which of us to blame.
Narrator [pause] Lira laughed, and for a moment the whole cold tower felt a little less lonely.
Princess Lira [sighs] Sing for me tonight? Something with an ending, this time, as I fall asleep.
Nightingale [sorrowful] I only know the one song, Princess. It never lets its ending come.
Princess Lira [tired] Then sing until I stop asking.
Narrator [dramatic tone] And beneath a sky of stars keeping their own strange time, the clockwork nightingale sang, soft and endless and true, until the princess finally slept.
$89 per finished hour
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