Doppelganger Myth Novels & Stories

I gave him a funny look. "Yes, but you were the one who was awake in this world" He laughed at me as he gulped down his porridge and I rolled my eyes. "The real Amy Daunter is dead" The spoon that was on the way to his mouth stopped in mid air. "Yes, that is true, the Amy that we see is not really actually her. She is a doppelgänger or something like that. She was murdered. We saw it in the memories." I told him. "And" He asked.

Its face contorted, reflecting my deepest fears. "You'll never escape your past," it sneered. "I'll always haunt you." I drew my sword, ready to confront. But Amara stayed my hand. "Listen," she urged. The doppelganger's words cut deep. Yet, within its venom, I found truth. My fears. My doubts. My darkness. I realized. This duplicate was a part of me. A part I'd long denied. I decided to uncover the source of the duplicate's power. "Where does your strength come from?" I asked.

“The doppelganger is an exact double of a person. They’re an extension of the person, but there’s a difference. Here, read this,” Luella said as she pushed the open book in front of Dennis and pointed to a paragraph. “I was never good at explaining things. I’d make a horrible teacher.” Dennis focused on the words. “A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart,” he read.

And why did I feel like I had just witnessed something I shouldn’t have? A memory then sparked. A rumor. It was a story I had heard in school years ago. We were kids then, sitting in a circle while the power was out, swapping ghost stories. Someone had whispered about doubles—people who looked exactly like you, not twins nor relatives, but strangers who shared your face. The story went like this: everyone has one—a doppelgänger. But you’re never supposed to meet them. If you do, bad things happen. I’d laughed it off back then and called it simply superstition, another story to frighten children.

Jackson said, and my mouth dropped open "It's not normal or a coincidence that two people mistook you for different women." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Because there is only one doppelganger of someone per generation," Jackson said and I looked at him blankly. "It is said that in the world, we always have a doppelganger. Sometimes the Goddess gives these doppelgangers powers and blesses them appropriately to be recipients of great power—" Jackson stopped his talk and suddenly looked at me with a somber look. I was missing the point.

Haha! However, truth be told, I had never seen someone so decent. Not even Neil. Neil used to flirt with me without leaving any single chance. But his eyes... It were somewhat different, for it allowed me to see the crystal clear proof of his innocence. The most rarest thing in the world! In a world full of lies and deceit, where demon resides inside every mind, his eyes were the most angelic one. Even, I too am evil. I have set my mind to destroy this innocent one. I couldn't but laugh at my destiny. What an irony, no?

"Not that I'm hoping it's him or anything." Elyon sighed. “It's not him. Definitely not. What gave you that impression?". "People talk." Miesa said. "It’s as grandpa said…God created two people alike. I'm quite sure I have someone who looks like me in another part of the world. At least we found your aunt Evie's doppelganger once." She quietly hoped Miesa would buy it this time but as she said... the girl had a mysterious mind of her own.

“There’s something out there. Something that looks like us.” I grabbed her arms. “Slow down. What did you see?” She shook her head instantly. “I saw myself. Walking toward me. But it wasn’t me. It smiled too widely. Its skin—was too perfect.” I felt ice in my bones. “The doppelgänger’s shadow.” Cato appeared beside me, hand on his sword. “We destroyed her.” “No,” I said. “We scattered her. That thing was born from her magic—and now it has a shape of its own.”

"We were chosen because we looked enough like the bloodline. We were not related, Debbie. Not at all.” “So…” I swallowed. “Your looks… you… how do you… how do you explain your striking mirrored resemblance?” “We are doppelgangers, Debbie.” Doppelgangers. The word hit me. Right in the depth of my brain. I had forgotten that there was a word like that in this world. “We were picked from different corners of the world. Scraps of people that nobody would miss."

Facing Inner Demons Iris stumbled to her feet, gasping for air as the cavern throbbed with crimson light. It was difficult to think because of the heat pressing against her flesh. The shadowy apparition who resembled her stepped forward across from her. It was a darker, warped version of her, but not her. A weird spark blazed in her double's eyes, and everything about its actions, even the slightest flutter of her fingers, mirrored Iris's own. In a chilly, piercing voice, the doppelganger declared, "You've been running from yourself." "But you can't hide who you are."