Audio Drama Script Novels & Stories

Julian fell, and Maya caught him. "I’ve got you," she whispered. "Maya," Julian gasped. "The script—we need it. The clock’s almost at twelve." They raced to a wooden desk at the end of the river of blue ink. On it sat a single piece of yellow paper. Maya reached for it, but the crowned man stopped her. "You can’t change the beginning, Maya," he said. "The script says you die. That was the Author’s first line: 'The Doctor dies so the Soul can live.' It ends in tragedy."

Sergio laughed and then he became serious again, "It's a pity that he has a mother like that, and this love affair of his is bound to be fruitless and sour." Damon spoke, faintly, "Any experience in life is growth, at least he's happy for now." ********** Julio’s show was at 9pm. Aurora did keep her words and went over today. She took Danica with her. Julio was happy to see Aurora. He stood on the stage and waved at her. Aurora waved back. And this scene was taken in by Damon as he sat inside the second floor card table. In fact, from the moment Aurora appeared here just now.

Adrian parked outside an abandoned shipping yard, headlights cutting across rows of rusted containers. He replayed the audio one last time. Aria’s trembling whisper echoed through the car: “Daddy…?” His fingers curled into a fist. He stepped out of the vehicle, jaw clenched, eyes cold. “Hold on, baby,” he whispered into the dark. “I’m here.” And the night swallowed him whole.

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The sound echoed in the empty hallway, a stark contrast to the tense silence that had filled the room moments before. Once outside, Addam pulled out his phone, dialing a number with shaking hands. His mind raced as he waited for the call to connect, his thoughts a chaotic jumble of emotions. Love, anger, confusion they all swirled together in a maelstrom of conflicting feelings. “Khor,” Addam barked into the phone as soon as the call connected, his voice cold and commanding. “Find Aurora and bring her to me. I don’t care if it’s by force just get her here.”

“Now, if you’re done losing your mind, please leave. I’ve had enough drama for one day.” He hesitated, looking like he wanted to say more .. then just nodded and turned for the door. “I’ll figure this out,” he muttered under his breath, and walked out. The door closed. Silence again. Aria stood still for several seconds before her hands started to tremble. She grabbed her phone and scrolled straight to Dr. Adrian’s number. Her breath hitched as the line connected. He picked up immediately. “My girl, congratulations again—” “Dr. Adrian…” her voice cracked, trembling. “Tell me the truth. What’s going on?”

He exchanged a glance with Oscar, his stern expression mirroring his own concern. Suddenly, a low growl reverberated through the room, breaking the silence. All eyes turned towards Aria, who had stirred from her slumber, her body trembling with fear. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene, her voice quivering as she spoke, "What... What is happening?" Dax approached her, his voice filled with a mixture of reassurance and urgency. "We don't know, Aria," he replied, his gaze locked onto the cosmic phenomena. "But we must be prepared for anything."

The tip of his pen was suspended above the page. Sylvan crouched beside the grey wolf. His fingers slowly worked through the coarse grey fur at the back of its neck. Luna sat at the table. Her hands rested on her knees, folded together. "Play it," she said. Dorian did not hesitate. The audio began with a stretch of silence. An electric hum, needle-thin. Then Marcus's voice spilled out. Utterly different from the last transmission. The "let her know" recording. That one had been soft. Slow. Like a book shut for too long being cracked open again.

"I will give you three minutes to read and absorb the script. After the time is up, you four will perform the scene." She turned off her mic, and the timer started running at the top-right corner of the screen. Danice read the script on the monitor. There were four dialogues—one for each of them. It was a funeral scene. [1: Mother, why did you leave us so early? I haven’t repaid you for all the things you did for me and my siblings.