The confessionals

Each week, a new monster opens their mouth. Pray they don’t sink their teeth into you.

Welcome to the underworld behind the masquerade.

They walk beside us. Monsters in mortal skin. Vampires. Witches. Shapeshifters. Demons. Some wear silk. Some wear scars. All of them carry secrets sharper than their teeth.

These aren’t love stories. These are confessions.

I’m lizette docksey. Each week, I sit across from the creatures you only think you understand. No scripts. No mercy. Just a candle, a voice recorder, and the truth they swore would stay buried.

This is your access point into the supernatural world that rules from the shadows. Power here is ancient. Loyalty is lethal. Every confession comes at a cost.

Read with care. You’re not just reading their stories. You’re being claimed by them.

Confessional – The Initiation

(Author’s Note to the Archive) You shouldn’t be here. Maybe you were always meant to stumble in. Some doors open by mistake. Some were waiting. This room has no name on the map, no sign above the arch, only the faintest echo of voices that refused to stay buried. You…

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