Ghost Doppelganger Novels & Stories

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop now. “Told me what?” I replied. Focusing on what he was saying and reaching out for Craig was difficult. I was trying to keep my cool, but it was hard. Sweat beaded my forehead as I over extended my mental capability. “Your brith name is Dawn Fairborne but that is not who you truly are. You are a doppelgänger.” “A what?” I blinked. I almost lost a hold of the connection, but I reeled myself back in. I felt the tether hit something in the back of my mind. I didn’t know if it was Craig or not, but there was no time to overthink it.

He gives me a knowing look He was killed by a werewolf. “Okay, what does that have to do with me?” I furrow my brows slightly in question. “After that time, there had being a series of having someone look like one with no relative connection whatsoever” He starts “After Sugoria died, he was believed to have left his spirit behind. One that could take the form of anyone. The German called this a doppelganger” He finalizes. “Wait, wait wait, let me get this, you mean I have a ghost that’s in me or what?” I slightly furrow my brows.

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.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

he told Astrid. As they left, a strange feeling settled in his chest. Something wasn’t right. Back inside the hospital room, Stefan stood over Giselle’s unmoving body. The machines beeped softly. The doctor had already told him the truth. Giselle was brain dead. There was no hope. But he couldn’t afford to lose now. Then, a memory flickered. "I saw my doppelgänger today." Giselle had told him at the mall. "A girl who looks exactly like me."

The figure was identical to him in every way, but this time its eyes burned with a sickly green glow, and its smile was cruel, almost predatory. “You think you’re safe?” the doppelgänger sneered, its voice dripping with malice. “You think they’ll protect you? You’re weak, Luke. Always have been.” Luke took a step back, his breathing ragged. “Fuck off man you’re not real. This isn’t real.” The doppelgänger chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating like a thousand voices. “Oh, but I am. I’m the part of you that you can’t escape. The part you pretend doesn’t exist. And I’m only getting stronger.”

“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.”

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

The sympathy that had filled the room disappeared. Now people looked at Richard with suspicion. Disgust. Unease. "No..." Richard's eyes turned red. "No. Selena... you're joking, right?" His voice cracked. "That's impossible. Chloe can't be dead. "Please. Listen to me. It's not what you think." For the first time, there was something in his eyes I had never seen before. Desperation. And regret.

That's definitely gonna leave a mark. “You do realize I have no clue what you're talking about.” I said as soon as I regained the sensation on my lips. They were burning. “Of course, you don't. I half expected you to be Hannah, but with the recent developments in the mansion, my suspicions were up. Did a little digging, and voila. Here we are. With a doppelganger.” He stood up, circling me with his hands behind his back. “I'm human. Not a doppelganger.”