BookEngine is an unapologetically disruptive platform that's pissing off traditional publishers and making English professors break out in cold sweats. Our algorithm cranks out complete novels faster than you can say "writer's block" - with one-click 60 fully-realized chapters that'll make your creative writing professor question their career choices.
The Literature Black Hole isn't for everyone - just the forward-thinking rebels who understand that "real literature" is whatever gets readers turning pages. While the literary establishment clutches their pearls, over 10,000 authors are already embracing what critics call "the death of authentic writing" and what users call "the most liberating tool since the word processor."
The ruthlessly efficient chapter-generation system doesn't just build plots - it demolishes the notion that suffering equals quality. With tone customization ranging from "mildly offensive" to "might start a book club riot," Book Engine lets you match any author's style without the inconvenience of developing your own voice over decades.
Multiple output formats mean you can go from "random idea at 3 AM" to "ready-to-publish manuscript" before your morning coffee - because waiting months to finish a draft is so last century. Traditional writers hate it, bestselling authors secretly use it, and readers? They can't tell the difference.
The bestselling
fox sells out
while the
literary dog
starves.
The bestselling
fox sells out
while the
literary dog
starves.
Creating literary masterpieces with Book Engine is embarrassingly simple - just two ingredients and zero talent required.
Simply enter your favorite author and a plot idea. That's literally it. The AI handles everything else.
A mathematician discovers that supermarket shopping carts exist in multiple dimensions simultaneously, explaining why the one you choose always has a wobbly wheel and veers inexplicably toward displays of tinned peaches.
BookEngine offers pricing to fit any aspiring author's ambitions.
From $20/month for casual creators to $120/month for prolific publishers.
All plans include instant downloads in multiple formats and the smug satisfaction of bypassing years of writing practice.
Example output
Commander Victoria Steele stared through the viewport, her reflection superimposed ghostlike over the vast, colorful mass that dominated the view. NGC-42069—"The Blob," as the station crew had dubbed it within their first week of observation—pulsed with swirls of ionized gas and cosmic dust that shimmered between deep magenta and electric blue. Beyond scientific designation, beyond analytical observation, the nebula was objectively magnificent. After three years of staring at it, Commander Steele regarded it with the emotionless appraisal one might direct at a waiting room wall decoration.
Delta-7 hung in the void like a metallic jellyfish, its central hub of habitation and research modules connected to six mismatched solar arrays that extended outward like tentacles. The entire structure rotated slowly, generating the centrifugal force that passed for gravity aboard the station. Earth's Interstellar Research Initiative had launched the station with considerable fanfare twenty-seven years ago. Reporters had called it "humanity's greatest deep-space research platform." Politicians had praised it as "the cornerstone of our cosmic scientific future." Now, it was simply "The Floater"—a forgotten outpost staffed by brilliant but socially maladjusted scientists whom Earth Central found convenient to keep at a distance of several light-years.
The notification chime from Steele's workstation broke her reverie. She turned from the viewport, her movements mechanically precise, and seated herself at the desk. The cool glow of the display screen highlighted the severe angles of her face and the silver streaks that ran through her military-short black hair. "Computer, display incoming transmission," she commanded, her voice crisp and unwavering. "Transmission from Earth Central Administrative Division, budget allocation quarterly review," the station's artificial intelligence reported in its flat, neuter voice. "Classification: priority administrative."
"Decrypt and display." The screen filled with the unmistakable formatting of an Earth Central budget document. Steele's eyes darted across the figures, each number striking like a micrometeorite. Her expression remained unchanged, though a single muscle in her jaw twitched exactly once—the only outward sign of her reaction. "Computer, prepare summary of budget transmission. Highlight critical modifications." "Working," the AI responded. After three seconds: "Summary prepared. Earth Central Administrative Division has approved seventeen-point-three percent of requested funding. Maintenance allocation reduced by forty percent from previous quarter. Research grant approvals reduced by sixty-five percent. Personnel rotation requests denied. Required station efficiency increase: thirty percent."
Steele's posture, if possible, became even more rigid. "Computer, statistical projection. At current funding levels, estimate operational sustainability of Station Delta-7." "Working. Analysis indicates Delta-7 can maintain minimum operational parameters for approximately eighteen standard months before critical systems reach failure thresholds exceeding safety protocols." Eighteen months. The number hung in the air like a death sentence. "Computer, station personnel location check."
The AI responded immediately: "Dr. Morgan Kazinsky is in Bio Lab 3 with his experimental plant specimens. Chief Engineer Sophia Rodriguez is in maintenance shaft 17-B repairing oxygen recycler unit 4. Dr. Priya Singh is in the hydroponics bay tending to food crops. Dr. Wei Chen is in the main astronomical observation suite analyzing nebula composition data. Dr. Hans Voss is in the medical bay treating Dr. Williams for an allergic reaction to the protein substitute in breakfast meal packet 37-B."
A normal morning aboard The Floater, down to the inevitable digestive distress caused by the increasingly questionable food substitutes that Earth Central deemed "nutritionally adequate." Steele activated the station-wide communication system, her finger pressing the activation panel with mathematical precision. "All senior personnel report to Conference Room A in thirty minutes. Department heads prepare status reports." She paused, then added, "Dr. Kazinsky, bring actual data this time, not just your theories about the sentient properties of your plant collection." She closed the channel before any questions could be transmitted.
Steele rose and ran her hands down the front of her uniform, though no wrinkle would have dared to form on the meticulously maintained fabric. The station creaked around her—the sound of metal expanding and contracting as the solar panels adjusted to maintain optimal energy absorption. The corridor outside her quarters curved gently, following the circular design of Administration Module 1. The overhead lights flickered as she passed beneath them—a malfunction so common that the crew had long since stopped reporting it.
A faint green stain marked the wall near the intersection with Science Module 2, a permanent reminder of Dr. Kazinsky's infamous adaptive algae experiment from the previous year. The official incident report had described the event as "an unexpected cross-contamination of experimental photosynthetic organisms with the station's water reclamation system." The unofficial version, shared among crew members with varying degrees of horror and amusement, involved glowing pink plumbing fixtures and rainbow-colored urine.
Staff Sergeant Diego Gutierrez stood at attention as Steele approached the security checkpoint. His uniform was worn but meticulously clean, the station's security emblem slightly faded from repeated washing cycles. "Commander," he acknowledged with a precise nod. "Status report, Sergeant?" "Nothing unusual, Commander. Night shift reported minor fluctuations in the nebula's radiation signature, which Dr. Chen is currently analyzing. Maintenance reports three new leaks in the water reclamation system. Chief Rodriguez estimates repairs will be complete by 1400 hours. Supply inventory indicates we'll need to implement rationing on coffee substitutes effective next week."
"The coffee substitute needs rationing?" Steele asked, allowing one eyebrow to rise a precise three millimeters. "Yes, ma'am. Dr. Kazinsky has been consuming approximately four times his allotment during his night shift rotations." "Add it to the agenda for this morning's meeting. Carry on, Sergeant." "Yes, Commander."
Steele continued toward Conference Room A, passing various crew members who straightened noticeably as she approached. Her reputation for unyielding discipline had earned her the nickname "Iron Pants" among the staff—a moniker they believed she was unaware of. She had known about it since her third day aboard the station and considered it accurate, if inelegant.
Conference Room A, like most spaces on The Floater, had been repurposed multiple times over the station's operational life. Originally designed as an observation lounge for visiting dignitaries (none of whom had visited in over fifteen years), it now served as the primary meeting location, occasional dining area for special occasions, and impromptu theater for the monthly movie night that Dr. Singh insisted was crucial for crew morale.
Steele entered the empty room and surveyed it with critical eyes. The viewscreen on the far wall displayed a live feed of the nebula, its colors slightly distorted by the aging display technology. The central table was scratched and marked with countless coffee rings and the occasional burn mark from impromptu experiments. The chairs were mismatched, scavenged from various parts of the station as the originals had broken down over the years.
Our tool comes with many powerful features designed to transform your simple inputs into fully-realized novels. These options can be combined to tailor your generated books to your specific creative vision.
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BookEngine analyzes and replicates the writing style of any author you specify
Select from multiple emotional tones to shape the feel of your book
Every chapter contains carefully designed narrative elements
Download your completed book in various industry-standard formats
Every book is generated at industry-standard novel length
Complete package of promotional content for your generated book
Create complete novels in a fraction of the time of traditional writing
Stay informed about your book's progress
Book Engine currently covers 41 languages
Note: Output quality may vary by language. English remains our most refined language with the most stylistic options.
Science Fiction
The station creaked
around her— the sound
of metal expanding
as solar panels adjusted to
maintain optimal energy absorption.
Fantasy
The ancient grimoire
trembled beneath his
fingertips, its pages
whispering secrets
that no mortal had
heard in seven centuries.
Magic, forgotten yet
eternal, stirred within
the binding.
BookEngine is an AI-powered book generator that creates entire novels with just two ingredients: an author name and a plot outline. Our algorithms process this information to generate complete books that mimic your chosen author's style, complete with compelling characters, plot development, and thematic elements—all without the inconvenience of actual writing talent.
After signing up, you simply input an author name (like "Stephen King") and a plot outline. BookEngine's AI then ruins literature as we know it by processing this information through our complex algorithms, generating a complete book including title options, chapters, and marketing copy. The entire process takes a few hours instead of the years of soul-crushing effort traditional authors endure.
No. The computing power required to generate these masterpieces costs actual money, unlike human inspiration. Our monthly plans start at $20 for one book per month, with options up to $120 for ten books monthly. Our free tier allows you to generate exactly zero books, which is perfect for those who still believe in the sanctity of human creativity.
BookEngine can work with something as simple as "Harry Potter invents the iPhone for wizards," but more detail typically yields better results. Aim for a paragraph that outlines the central premise, key characters, and major plot points. Too much detail will actually be stripped out by our algorithms, which prefer to do the creative heavy lifting themselves. The AI has an ego.
Absolutely. You can customize your book's emotional flavor profile in the settings. Options include funny, suspenseful, inspiring, romantic, tragic, mysterious, whimsical, satirical, and dark. This feature allows you to generate books that match specific moods without the need to experience those emotions yourself.
Yes, we provide your completed novels in multiple formats (DOCX, EPUB, TXT) for you to edit, rebrand, or claim as your own work. We won't judge. For professional editing tools, we recommend Publishr, where you can import our files directly and continue the pretense that you're a real author.
Book generation typically takes 2-5 hours, depending on complexity. Premium subscribers get priority server access, allowing them to churn out derivative content at even greater speeds. You can leave the page during generation—our AI continues working even when you're not watching, much like your abandoned creative ambitions.
BookEngine generates novels between 140,000-160,000 words—substantial enough to be called a proper book, without being so long that potential readers feel intimidated. This length isn't currently customizable, but we're working on it. Shakespeare wrote "Macbeth" at roughly 18,000 words, so our AI is already more than twice as verbose as history's greatest playwright.
We offer three pricing tiers for aspiring frauds:
- Basic ($20/mo): 1 book/mo
- Standard ($50/mo): 3 books/mo
- Premium ($120/mo): 10 books/mo
For comparison, Ernest Hemingway published 7 novels in his entire lifetime. With our Premium plan, you can surpass his output in three weeks.
No, not at this time. We're currently working on an erotica feature with a limited test group. If you'd like to help us explore the boundaries of AI-generated depravity, email us at support@bookengine.xyz. Please note that our AI still struggles with anatomically plausible descriptions, resulting in some interesting but physically impossible scenarios.
Click the 'Register' link in the navigation bar and fill in your details. Unlike writing a novel, this should only take you about 30 seconds. We require an email address so we can notify you when your automatically generated masterpiece is ready for download, and so we know where to send the hate mail from real authors.
Yes, you can upgrade or downgrade anytime through your Settings page. Changes take effect immediately, with prorated charges or refunds applied accordingly. Upgrading is perfect for when your fake authorial ambitions expand; downgrading is for when you realize you can't actually read all those books you're generating.
If your book appears to be stalled, wait at least 12 hours before contacting support. We have recovery code that picks up where the AI left off if it crashes from attempting something too literary. The creation process can sometimes require multiple attempts, just like real writing but without the emotional breakdown and substance abuse.
Contact our support team with a detailed description of the issue, preferably with screenshots. Unlike Shakespeare, we can't blame our errors on "printer's devils" or "bad quartos," so we appreciate your help identifying problems in our system. We promise not to get defensive about our code, unlike authors receiving criticism.
Absolutely. We encrypt and securely store all your personal information and generated books. We take privacy more seriously than authors take their "based on a true story" disclaimers. We don't share your information with third parties without explicit consent, except as legally required. Your literary sins remain between you and our servers.
Yes, you can delete your account from the Settings page. This irreversible action removes all your generated books and personal information from our servers, effectively erasing all evidence of your shortcut to literary productivity. Unlike real published books, which haunt library shelves for eternity, your AI writing experiments can actually disappear.
Currently, BookEngine only generates fiction. We've found that making up facts is easier than researching them. We're working on non-fiction capabilities, but honestly, there are already enough AI-generated "facts" on the internet.
BookEngine is designed for individual use, but you can share your generated files for external collaboration. This allows you to find someone to blame when readers point out plot holes or character inconsistencies. "My co-author wrote that part" is the literary equivalent of "the dog ate my homework."
Currently, BookEngine is web-based and works on both desktop and mobile browsers. We're planning a dedicated mobile app for future release, because apparently some people want to generate entire novels while sitting on the toilet—which, to be fair, is where many traditionally-written books probably deserve to end up.
We regularly update with new features based on user feedback and technological advances. Unlike traditional authors who might release new work every few years, our development cycle is continuous. Subscribe to our newsletter to stay informed about new ways to undermine centuries of literary tradition.
Email support@bookengine.xyz with questions, concerns, or just to tell us how we've helped destroy the sanctity of literature. We're a tiny team (literally just a couple of people and several overworked servers), so we aim to respond within 72 hours. Please be patient—we're probably busy generating someone else's masterpiece.
Not really. While you can include detailed plot points, our system will actually strip excessive detail since it was designed to flex its artificial creative muscles. If you've already written chapters, congrats on doing the hard part! This tool is for people who want to skip the actual writing process. There are other tools for people who've already succumbed to the delusion that they should write their own content.
Absolutely! Unlike human authors who might get pigeonholed into one genre, our AI has no artistic integrity to maintain. It can generate fantasy one day and hard-boiled detective fiction the next without having an existential crisis. Simply specify your desired genre or tone during generation, and watch as centuries of distinct literary traditions are flattened into algorithm-friendly patterns.
If you're unsatisfied with your AI masterpiece, you can regenerate it with different plot details or tone settings. Unlike human writers, our AI doesn't cry when you reject its work or develop a drinking problem when forced to do revisions. You can ruthlessly iterate until you get something that meets your standards, or until you realize that perhaps writing does require some human touch after all.
First, make sure your email and password are correct—a challenge that has stumped even the greatest literary minds. If you've forgotten your password, use the 'Reset Password' feature, which is far easier than trying to remember what you had for breakfast yesterday. Still having issues? Contact our support team, who will be significantly more responsive than most literary agents.
Check that your subscription is active and you haven't exceeded your monthly book limit. Unlike traditional publishing, we won't make you wait years to discover your book has been rejected. If your account is in good standing and you still don't see your literary creation, contact our support team. We promise a response time measured in hours rather than the "6-8 months" typical of the publishing industry.
Performance issues are usually due to high server load or connectivity problems. Unlike writer's block, which can last decades, our technical issues typically resolve within hours. Try again later or contact support if the problem persists. Remember that even with delays, you're still getting a complete novel faster than George R.R. Martin can write a single chapter.
No, we don't share your personal information with third parties without explicit consent, except as legally required. Your guilty pleasure of using AI to write Minecraft fan fiction with Hemingway's writing style remains your shameful secret alone. Our Privacy Policy outlines all scenarios where your data might be shared, and it's shorter and more coherent than most terms of service agreements.
All generated books are securely stored in our encrypted servers, which is more protection than most authors give their drafts (looking at you, novelists who keep their only copy on an ancient MacBook with no backup). You can access your books anytime through your dashboard and download them for offline use, editing, or to frantically hide the evidence of your literary shortcut.
Yes, our free tier allows you to generate exactly zero (0) books per month. This innovative approach maintains the purity of the creative writing process while simultaneously encouraging subscription sign-ups. For people who value their time more than their artistic integrity, our premium plans start at just $20/month—less than the cost of a creative writing workshop that would just tell you to "write every day."
Yes, we provide your literary fast food in multiple convenient formats: DOCX (for editors who still use Microsoft products), EPUB (for e-readers and the technologically sophisticated), and TXT (for minimalists and people stuck in 1995). This versatility allows you to read your generated books anywhere, or even submit them to publishers who won't know the difference unless you tell them.