Doppelganger Book Novels & Stories

"For a second… I thought she could be a way out for us." That made him turn. "A way out?" he repeated, his brows knitting slightly. "What do you mean?" Isabelle shifted beside him, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him. There was something strange in her eyes—something calculating, but also… hopeful. "Have you heard of doppelgangers?" she asked. "Someone who looks exactly like you?" Ryan let out a quiet breath of amusement. "I've heard the myths. If two doppelgangers meet…" he said lazily, his gaze drifting over her face, "…the one who sees the other first is doomed to meet a tragic fate. Death, sometimes."

Relief flooded her, but it was short-lived as the doppelgänger stepped between them, her smile now a wicked grin. “Ah, the other piece of the puzzle,” she said, her tone mocking. “You’re all so predictable.” Jaxon’s eyes narrowed, his body taut with tension. “Get out of our way.” The doppelgänger laughed, a sharp, grating sound. “You still don’t understand, do you? None of you do.” With a wave of her hand, the ground beneath them split open, and tendrils of shadow erupted, wrapping around Jaxon and pulling him to his knees.

"He was the one that was told to watch the twins, yet he managed to lose them." Flynn heard the rogue's laughter. His eyebrows snapped at his reaction. "Fools," he heard the rogue uttered. Flynn was furious even more, his jaw was clenching. "Well, what do you expect? That creature can outsmart dumb werewolves such as you," he teased. "That's one doppelganger, one thing about them is they can disappear like a wind was carrying them, and in the process, they can trick your eyes by wearing cloaks of invisibility."

The air is light and refreshing, I find myself closing my eyes. Opening my eyes once more, I continue to walk forward. As I walk the grass beneath me begins to grow warm. I shift my gaze down and watch as the light green grass begins to glow yellow. From the middle of the clearing purple fog begins to form. The fog is thick and dark as it begins to further spread. I watch as the fog suddenly begins to spiral upward. Slowly the fog begins to clear and a large black dog with glowing purple eyes stands before me. Wisps of black flames surround the dog. The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me.

Author’s note. On this note, I announce to the fans of Double sided revenge that the book has come to an end. Thank you all for your support, patience and abundance of love. Every penny spent on reading the book is appreciated, your hearts reach me, every single one of my followers. This book is so precious to me, because it’s the first and only book I have ever completed since I started writing In 2019.

“Oh… yeah. They’re definitely gettimg together.” “If not now, soon,” I say. “I’m staying out of it.” “Me too,” he says, kissing me again. The DJ suddenly says, “Looks like the lovely couple is already working on baby number three.” I shoot him a glare. “My bad!” he says quickly. I look up at Knox. “No regrets.” He smiles down at me. “Definitely no regrets.” THAT MY LOVELY READERS IS THE END. KNOX & SIENNA WILL POP UP IN BOOK 3 WHICH IS TITLED THE PRICE OF PEACE

“You also mentioned that I’d be going after monsters, what kind of monsters?” “As I said before, we were on the way to deal with the latest one at this college when the death occurred. All we knew was that we were up against a doppelganger. And before you ask, a doppelganger is a monster that is a copy of someone who is living. They take over the life of the one they are copying. The very first thing a doppelganger does upon being brought to life is to kill the original so that it can take over that life. That is why you never see them or rather you think you never see them. They are the very epitome of evil.” “You said that you were Hell Spawn, but doesn’t that mean you serve the Devil?” sa

Oragon whispered protective runes, turning the vault into a maze of magical deterrents. I focused on the book, letting it hum softly, sending pulses of light that could defend and distract. And then the trap sprung. A series of illusions flickered into existence...copies of us, perfectly mimicking our movements, meant to confuse and divide. “Selene, don’t follow them!” Fenrir shouted, tearing through a shadow clone. But instinct pulled me. I swung the book toward a figure, and it dissolved, but another appeared immediately, faster, sharper, with a dagger that cut into my shoulder. Pain flared hot, and I stumbled.

“Well, for starters, there’s only one place he could be talking about in his message. If he’s there, it’s Mailin. Two, I’m going to do something. If he responds the right way, it can only be Mailin.” “…and?” “And that’s it. Yes or no. He’s not going to be a pod person.” “…pod person?” “You know – Invasion of the Body Snatchers?” It’s apparent JP doesn’t know. “A doppelganger,” I say. “A bad guy with Mailin’s face. Look, he’s either Mailin or he’s not, and he’s either on my side or he’s not. It’s black and white. No in-between.”

Emmaline shakes her head, “A doppelganger, and my best work to date. Much harder to tell apart from the real thing. The finishing touch will be your memories.” The doppelgänger looks afraid, and stares at Emmaline, “They won’t be able to tell you apart if she knows all your secrets. It’s perfect.” She moves to grab her arm and begs, “Please, you can’t. It’s beyond wrong! Please, don’t do this.” Emmaline pushes her off her and slaps her hard, knocking her to the ground. Emmaline hisses, moving to loom over the woman,