Doppelganger Myth Novels & Stories

“Yes. You and I. You're an important part of the board, they must have been looking for you. Besides, everyone is calling me another name here. Do you have any idea why?” “The thing is… we have doppelgangers.” “Double… double what?” “Doppelgangers. People who look like us. Same face, same body, same voice, but different worlds, different memories, and different acquaintances.” “So… that's why they all think I'm this Keira girl.” “Exactly. So, it means there's someone else back at the Park, and that's why no one is looking for us.”

"This is absurd! You're already dead! What are you, an impostor!?" "Oh my, dear. Don't call me an impostor because there is only one Rampage Kirk the Great in this world. Unless there is another me in the parallel universe, it might be. Or my doppelganger." He joked, and I just rolled my eyes on him. He then became serious.

Her thoughts were slow, and her judgment clouded. “You’re not real.” “And yet, here I am,” the double replied circling her like a hawk. “What if this path,” she said pointing at Cayla, “this one right here, is the lie?” The mist thickened as the ground beneath them rippled like waves. The path she was on fractured into a dozen others. Each veered off in several impossible directions. The sky, staircases, tunnels of light, paths of floating stone. All equally fake. “Go on, choose. Which one leads out?” her double asked with a smile. “Pick wrong, and maybe you’ll walk in circles for eternity. Or fall into a memory. Or wake up someone else.”

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.

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.

“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.

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?

Among the Werewolves, the prevailing belief was that true mates were nothing more than fictional narratives, a figment of imagination never realized in reality. The subject of true mates remained shrouded in mystery, even when inquired of the moon goddess herself. Instead of offering clarity, she responded with enigmatic smiles, perpetuating the confusion among the Werewolves. Yet, the very idea of having a true mate intrigued Arabella profoundly. Legends suggested that these unions were predestined by the moon goddess herself, forging an unbreakable bond between two souls. Even after death, they remained inseparable, destined to be reborn repeatedly, eternally seeking their mate in each new

Perhaps this couple were genuine parents who were grieving for their child. Just as I parted my lips to speak, a memory from long ago resurfaced in my mind. Perhaps they had mistaken me for their daughter because of what my mother had once called a myth when I was much younger. The myth stated that when two people with kindred souls suffered untimely and painful deaths, their souls would swap, and the one with a stronger will and a greater purpose would be granted a second chance at life. But it was just that...a myth... it was a myth. There was nothing in our lycanthropy history that suggested anything like this had ever happened.