Doppelganger Book Novels & Stories

He might be Dante’s friend but I have no one else left to talk to. “Why do I look so much like her?” “Beats me.” I rolled my eyes. Why did I even try? I’ll be gone in the head before I even get some answers around here. I was about to lock myself inside the bathroom when he spoke again. “Have you heard of doppelgangers?” My eyebrows arched. I know they exist in some way. Others even believe that they bring bad luck. “You believe in that?” “No. I’m just trying to ease your mind. Speaking of—” He straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed as he handed something out to me. “I brought you something.”

“Alpha, please. You need to listen to this. I’m so sorry. I know it may be painful to hear, but it may answer our questions, and what matters is, that you’re Amelia’s present and future.” “No!” My voice broke, filled with fear and anguish. “That could be her look alike. Maybe her aunt or—” “A doppelganger,” Theia backed me up. “We always have a doppelganger somewhere in a part of the earth or other dimensions. I agree with Alpha Ryden.” “Just hear him out, Ryden.” Nora put her hand on my shoulder, gripping it. “You don’t have to believe it, and I know how much Amelia loves you. Whatever sick twisted fate it is, Lucius is not her mate. It’s you.”

No one in the McKenna household could know. “Okay, good,” Camilla said. Turning the book upside down, she pointed at the male standing beside the dragon on the book cover. “Is it just me or this man looks like Calvin? I could swear it’s him, but he disagrees. He even has the birthmark.” “It’s probably just you,” Hana answered. Did Kyle also know about this book? God, she couldn’t tell him or he would think of her as a creep. There were kissing and even sex scenes. Though they weren’t detailed. Camilla hummed but didn’t say anything more. “You know we have doppelgangers. The artist was probably inspired by someone else. Maybe Kyle’s doppelganger. You know your brother is quite popular.”

“Not me? Then why does he wear my chain? Why do I know every thought that crosses his mind before he even speaks?” Vincent clenched his jaw. “You’re a creation of the cage. Just another trick.” The doppelgänger's smile grew wider. “Trick? No. I am the truth. I am what the fox becomes when he stops pretending to be human.” Camela shook her head, and her voice was sharp with disapproval. “Lies! He’s not you…he’s…” The doppelgänger interrupted her by slamming a book onto the desk. The pages fluttered open, revealing words that crawled like worms.

I demanded. The figure slowly turned. Its face. My face. A mirror image. "Your greatest fear," Amara whispered. My mind reeled as I stared at my duplicate. "Who are you?" I repeated. The doppelganger's voice echoed mine. "I am the shadow you've denied," it said. "Your darkest self." Amara stepped forward. "This is the trial," she explained. "Face your inner demons." The doppelganger began to change. Its face contorted, reflecting my deepest fears.

Reese ran the business as usual, directing the police and the ambulance, reporting to the guild, and grimacing when a news van showed up. In the meantime I got down on the body of the Candir. Just a cursory examination. A male, maybe half a year old. Not an abnormal mutation. This copy was like something out of a textbook. A cross between a golden retriever and a long-haired polar bear with ball joints and the ability to straighten up on its hind legs and strike with its paws when attacked.

Something like vengeance. Outside, the forest stirred with the movements of her double. The clone walked as she did, carried her scent, moved with her very essence. Caelum had set the spell-bound creation wandering the woodlands where Evander’s hunters prowled. They followed eagerly, snarling at every turn, certain they were closing in on the true Nyx. And each time, the doppelgänger slipped just far enough to lure them deeper into cursed ground. Sometimes into briar mazes that swallowed their footing. Sometimes into hollowed trees where shadows whispered madness. Always away from Nyx herself.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I whispered, resigned to my fate. The forest around me grew darker, and I felt my life force ebbing away. The last thing I remembered was the sound of the rogues, their footsteps getting closer, and the faint glow of the moon above, its gentle light a cruel contrast to my own mortality. I jolted upright, disoriented, with wires attached to my hands. A stranger's voice commanded, "Lie back down, you're not well enough to jump like that." My gaze fell upon a rugged man, his eyes fixed on a romance novel. My heart skipped a beat as I noticed the haunting familiarity of his features – the same piercing eyes, the same chiseled jawline. Alpha Landon's doppelganger.

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**