Elena Gilbert Doppelgangers Novels & Stories

They were of Senator Sterling, younger, standing in front of the village clinic, his arm around a woman who looked hauntedly like Elena. ​"The 'first experiment' wasn't just a Vance secret, Lucas," Mrs. Gable whispered. "It was a collaboration. Sterling didn't just fund the research. He provided the DNA. He wanted a legacy of his own a child with the Vance power and the Sterling intellect." ​Elena felt the world tilt. She looked at the photo of the woman the mother she had never known, the woman she had been told died in a car accident in a different city, in a different life.

In the end, when there was only the captain left, he fell on the ground and shifted back. The capital shifted back into humans too. He picked up a silver sword from the ground and then decided to chop off Ragnar’s head. Right before that silver blade landed on Ragnar’s neck, a silver arrow came from nowhere ran through the capital’s heart, and killed him. Elena turned her head in the direction of that arrow and then surprisingly saw Lennie. Not the Lennie who led her here, but a younger Lennie existed in Ragnar’s memories. She had a red bow in her hand and three strong males were standing behind her. Elena recognized one of them was Ragnar’s Beta, Ethan.

The lycans do not have females and he always thought that it was some dream. But know everything became clear. The girl was standing next to them. She was his little sister. Gilbert moved forward in a trance and stopped near them. He put his hand over her shoulder who was still in the embrace of her parents. Alpha Elijah did not know what Gilbert wanted. Will he accept her or...? Gilbert made her face him and scanned her face. Indeed she was his little sister. The next second, he pulled her in a hug. "I... a l w a y s... k n e w... y o u ... w e r e... r e a l.

Dominic instinctively stepped in front of me, his sword raised. The doppelgänger let out a low chuckle, her red eyes gleaming with a mix of mockery and malice. “Oh, Dominic,” she said, her voice eerily identical to mine but laced with venom. “Always so protective. But tell me—how will you protect her from herself?” I stared at her, my heart pounding. “Who are you?” She tilted her head, her gaze piercing. “I’m you, Elise. Or rather, the part of you you’ve been so desperate to deny.”

replied Gerald as Queena immediately shot a frigid glare at him. “Regardless, I have a hunch of who you actually are. I’m not quite sure what your relationship with the woman in white is, nor do I know what misunderstandings you have with Zeus. However, I do know that while I may look exactly like him, I’m not the person you think I am, which is why I’ll never fall for the woman in white! There’s only one person I truly love, and with that in mind, I hope you come to realize that there’s no room for you to negotiate!” added Gerald as he looked straight into her eyes. Through his analysis on the writing that he had found back on Montholm Island, Gerald recalled there being someone that looked

My hands trembled as they reached for my stomach, reminding me of my own lost child. “Why?” I blurted. “Why have you done this to me?” I added. I wanted to hear the moon goddess’s reason for bringing me back to life in such a manner. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for a second phase of suffering. How long could I keep up with this charade? Right now, I felt like I was Viola. A pretentious liar. In my heart, I was still Elena. Maybe I could be the Rhoda they wanted me to be. I had to become her to survive here.

"Should I give her another dose?" "No. Let her be conscious. She needs to understand the situation." A female voice. Cultured. Familiar. Elena forced her eyes open. The helicopter's interior came into focus slowly. Three armed men in tactical gear. And sitting across from Elena, smiling like she'd won the lottery, was Dr. Elizabeth Grant. Except it wasn't really Dr. Elizabeth Grant. The blonde hair was a wig. The glasses were clear glass. And beneath the disguise, Elena recognized her. "Isabelle." The name came out as a croak.

"What is this?" Pierce immediately stood in front of Rosa, blocking her. "Which one of you is real?" "I am," Elena said simultaneously. The first Elena, who looked scattered, laughed bitterly. "Of course she'd say that. It's what she does. She takes your form, your memories, your relationships, and makes you seem like the imposter." "Rosa," the second Elena said gently, "you're having labor pains. We need to focus on keeping you and the babies safe."

She had done it. She had actually managed to manipulate both Charlie, the man who thought he was her master, and Elena, the broken ghost of Tyler's past. She had spun a web so tangled that even the cold-blooded investigator she’d bribed couldn’t see the true shape of it. Charlie had swallowed the bait hook, line, and sinker. He truly believed he had found Tyler’s "stolen child" and the ultimate knife to cut Elara down.

She smiled sadly staring at me with this deep, broken sadness. “You’re young and beautiful,” she whispered. “You remind me of my twin girls.” My heart twisted.. twins. “I lost both of them in a crash,” she continued. “I raised them alone. When they died… I died too… I had nothing left. Until Gabriel found me.” I listened—even though I didn’t want to. Elena exhaled. “I’m with him not because he’s good… but because I’m tired of being good. The world is cruel to people like us. Maybe if I stay in a dangerous place, the world will finally leave me alone.”