Doppelganger Stories Novels & Stories

Also, that stranger's brows are way thicker than him. 'What is this? Is he our Alpha’s doppelganger?!' Hunter said inside his mind. 'Wait a minute. I heard this tale that if you have met your doppelganger, then you will die soon. Oh no!' With his ridiculous assumption, Hunter dropped the paper bags and used his hands to cover that stranger's eyes. "No! No Alpha! Don't look at his eyes! You'll die!" The man struggled around Hunter’s strong grip. "What the hell dude! Let go of me!" he complained.

A doppelgänger. My gaze swept the field, heart tightening in my chest as the horror unfolded in its fullness. They weren’t just bodies; each rogue seemed to have a twin. Perfect replicas lying dead beside them, as if the life had been sucked out of both versions in a single breath. Cassius’ voice was low, carrying a weight that scraped at my spine. “Every single one, Cardan. Not just one or two. All of them. Pairs. Doppelgängers.” He gestured around, his jaw clenching. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Who plays bongos other than Matthew McConaughey? Vi snickers. “Yeah, you told me about the bongos. Don’t you want to see if he plays them naked?” I make a gagging sound. “Yeah, I want to see if my new next door neighbor, Dick Balsac, inflatable sex doll connoisseur, plays naked bongos in his backyard.” “You know the blow-up dolls are a prank. Dick Balsac is the fakest name ever.” “What if it isn’t?” I take a sip of my wine and almost choke because I start giggling so hard at the thought. “What if that is his real, actual name?”

“Bloody Hell. You yell when you think too? How do you not give yourself a migraine?” Yolanda laughed through the l**k. “I wasn’t aware that I was yelling. So, what have we got here?” “There’s a few shifters around, but no one’s seen anything. I wish we knew what we were looking for. It’s one thing to know what something looks like from a drawing. It’s another knowing what they look like for real. How would I know if we meet up with some Fae that can change shape?” “Doppel gangers are a form of demon, not a Fae. But that’s now a fear I have now. Thanks.” Yolanda fell into step with Catherine, and they continued their search through the gloom.

I was there for Lyca. As a vampire, I could enter someone's house without being invited, but I chose to send my doppelganger instead. After drinking human blood and completing the transition, our human spirit separates from our body, creating a doppelganger. It's like having a friendly ghost always by my side, reminding me of what needs to be done. Only I could see it. Usually, my doppelganger couldn't interact with anything, but it depended on the strength of the vampire. After a minute, my doppelganger emerged with Lyca in his arms, gently placing her on the ground.

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.

Hannah pressed her lips as she pointed to the tequila. “I think I need that.” “Babe,” Reid was puzzled. “Now, get our DNA tested,” Hannah said. “I think we are not just doppelgangers. Doppelgangers from what I know live in different times, probably generations… I don’t know.” She sighed. “How are we going to end this?” She asked. “I’m doing everything I can, my love.” He reached her back and gently patted. “Okay,” She nodded. “I trust you.” She then looked at him and then to Xander and Reagan. “So, whatever you guys are up to, make sure to make it alive and as possible, unscathed.”

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.

"Or at least, I'm a version of you from a different reality." I felt a surge of confusion and disorientation. A different reality? What did that even mean? The doppelganger seemed to sense my confusion. "Let me explain," it said. "You see, Ryker, you're not just an ordinary person. You're a nexus point, a crossroads between different dimensions and realities." I shook my head, trying to process what the doppelganger was telling me. A nexus point? What did that even mean? The doppelganger sighed, its expression impatient. "Look, Ryker, I don't have time to explain everything to you. Just know that you're important and that there are people who want to use you for their own purposes."

“The hunters I mean.” “What do you mean?” Cain asked. “Right now, they encounter doppelgänger demons. What if they imitate people? Hunters will have a hard time.” said Beatrix. “And so are the people, the doppelgänger is a disaster.” “But isn’t the doppelgänger only seen when someone is about to die?” Luke asked. “Yeah, they’re often called evil twins or harbingers,” said Beatrix. “But they are actually a broken soul, chief.”