Doppelganger Stories Novels & Stories

Jordin asks “Nothing, forgot about it” “One thing before you go Vivian, if you kill your doppelganger, another one would come and take your place. It’s how it works. These old women in this portrait you see, killed one another, well one killed the other and guess what, another one from the other part of the world came to take the place of the killed one. You can’t get rid of your doppelganger Vivian, she would always come back, one way or the other, she would hunt you down, Man or beast and she would kill you” He finished. “You are one weird man Jordin” I tell him.

The dobbleganger was exactly like his wife, something he was never going to know until his last breath. It was a rainy night when he arrived home late from work. He was stuck at the traffic. Upon arrival, he caught his wife red-handed with another man, whom he came to know as John weeks later, on their matrimonial bed. With fury bubbling through his veins, he charged at her, ready to slap her face, but his arm was caught midair. That was when the dooppelganger became furious and spilled the whole secret. He was also told that his beloved wife, who was being tainted as a golddigger, was rotting in a psychiatric center and that he would never see her again. He was also warned against spilling

And how likely is it that they would have the exact same haircut and clothes, as is so often reported? Doppelgangers are frequently used as a plot device in literature, television shows, and movies. They are often evil in nature, but sometimes they are used for comedic effect, too. Art is another common place where this phenomenon can be found, as is the case of museum doppelgangers. One of the most famous examples of a doppelganger is in Edgar Allan Poe's short story, William Wilson. In this tale, the main character meets his doppelganger as a child. He is persistently followed by the copy, who causes trouble in the character's life. And when the main character tries to do evil or unethica

Alice asked fearfully. "A doppelganger is a human blessed by the Goddess with the ability to be a vessel of great power. It is said that only 5 families have been lucky enough to have doppelgangers in their generations, but I don't know about that. That is human history, and I have no idea if that somehow got lost among them. Maybe there are doppelgangers alive who have no idea what they are or what they can do. Though it is my understanding that the vampires extinguished those lineages long before the war in the quest for power." "He knows a lot about everything," I said to Teo, and he nodded.

"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."

“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.”

The doppelganger turned. Steve rose to his feet, bloodied but steady. "Something's changed," the doppelganger said, narrowing his eyes. "You're right about one thing," Steve said hoarsely. "We are the same." The doppelganger froze. "You’re not just a dark version of me. You are me. The part of me I never wanted to face. The anger. The fear. The guilt. The things I buried so deep... I gave you life." "Don’t fool yourself," the doppelganger growled. "This ends with your death."

Chioma inquired, she could no longer contain her eagerness to know why. The two boys stared at her, "Even you too!" They responded in unison. There was a moment of silence until John interrupted, "How else if not a coincidence? .." "Probably. However, it’s still possible to stumble across somebody whose face resembles ours – a doppelgänger. Cases of biologically unrelated lookalikes are quite common, it's definitely a coincidence..." Jame's answered his brother thoughtfully.

“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.

The sole reason he married me was because I looked like her. He never loved me. He could not even try. What an asshole. Though one thing keeps itching at the corner of my mind—why did that woman look so much like me? That was such an uncanny thing. I’d only ever heard of doppelgängers in stories and folklore. They’re said to be so rare that only one pair is found in centuries. Was that what we were? Doppelgängers? What must she have been like? I couldn’t even extend my anger to the poor woman who must be shaking her head somewhere in the afterlife, watching her ex-husband act a fool and marry her lookalike just to satiate her absence.