Doppelgänger Horror Novels & Stories

He screamed, I laughed even more. What do you call it? A man of pleasure who is willing to do anything for a payment sheet called money. My employees called him male prostitute, an urban word that was foreign to me. I'm more familiar with the word gigolo, which is what the service provider used to say. "You have the right to be quiet," I whispered behind his ear, biting slightly, then releasing the monster preparing to rage down there, "and try not to make a sound at all." Without feeling the need to lubricate, I wanted to torture someone. To enter her many times full of intimidation.

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."

“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.”

“Don’t leave me now.” The Lost Wolf leaned closer to Lyla, lips grazing her ear. “Choose. Him… or me.” The dagger pulsed violently, black light exploding outward. Lyla’s scream tore the air as agony split her chest until suddenly, it wasn’t agony at all. It was separation. A shadow peeled out of her body, rising tall and solid. Lyla froze as she stared at her double her same face, same form except the eyes, burning black fire. Her doppelgänger smirked, twirling a dagger of pure shadow in her hand.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

It was a human-shaped silhouette made of pure darkness, devouring all light and sound that dared to come near. Just looking at it made Ethan feel like his mind was about to shatter. 【Chloe: (WARNING! ANXIETY SPIKE! 80!)】 Chloe looked even worse than Ethan. She had recognized them instantly—two of the most notorious monsters in any S-rank game. The Drowned Wraith and the Shadow Lord. The legendary duo known for wiping out entire teams of A-rank players. And Ava... She was sitting right between them, like they were having a family meeting.

“You also mentioned that I’d be going after monsters, what kind of monsters?” “As I said before, we were on the way to deal with the latest one at this college when the death occurred. All we knew was that we were up against a doppelganger. And before you ask, a doppelganger is a monster that is a copy of someone who is living. They take over the life of the one they are copying. The very first thing a doppelganger does upon being brought to life is to kill the original so that it can take over that life. That is why you never see them or rather you think you never see them. They are the very epitome of evil.” “You said that you were Hell Spawn, but doesn’t that mean you serve the Devil?” sa

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.

Reagan frowned as he keeps on looking on each of the pictures. "Where's the blood? The crime scene looks neat after all. As if the culprits could clean a lot of blood in an instant. Not to mention there are a lot of people on that club. It's quite suspicious that no one would notice that these teens were being murdered." Yomiel explained as he rubbed his chin while he was reading the documents and other crime pictures. “Maybe they used a bag? As if vampires were real or those Chupacabra. What kind of a Chupacabra would even go on a bar?” Reagan said jokingly.

she said coldly. Her fingers shot forward, and there was a zing of power and slowly all the energy and power of her doppelgänger pulled towards her. She shook at the fierceness of it, and slowly, it thrummed right in her heart. Power was completely intoxicating and that was what was happening at that moment. The doppelgänger was shrinking into a medium-sized teddy, and its skin was peeling off leaving a weird bone shape. Clarissa didn’t blink till the death of her doppelgänger was finalized.