Ghost Doppelganger Novels & Stories

He was not worthy of being called a man. If he could possess someone’s body, the first thing he would do would be to beat that bastard Lucien senseless. Watching the small girl continue to cry softly, the ghost raised his hand and placed it gently on her back in comfort. Then he mocked himself for being childish. He was only a ghost. How could she possibly feel his consolation? Yet Elowen truly felt a cool sensation against her back. She immediately straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one, she quietly thought that she must be having hallucinations again.

When the line between friend, enemy, and lover is blurred beyond recognition? The shadows in the chamber began to move. Not like flames, not like physical objects, they slithered, intangible yet ominous. Shapes formed, familiar yet distorted. Figures emerged from the darkness, one after another, until the silhouettes of three men appeared. I froze. My heart hammered in my chest. Elliot, Marcus, and Liam were standing beside me in reality, but these shadows, these doppelgängers, mirrored them perfectly, down to their expressions, their stances, their subtle movements.

I kicked Wade in the knee. He screamed and dropped to the floor. I continued facing the camera, my voice ice cold. "This isn't the first time something like this has happened. "Twenty-eight years ago. Same track. Same method. "My father, Daniel Carter, had his spine broken and was left permanently paralyzed by the same man, using the same method." I pointed straight at Mason. "That man is him. Mason Vale." Mason shuddered all over and screeched like a scalded cat.

Luca’s suspended doppelgänger struggled, eyes snapping open—glowing. Aiden lunged forward. “No!” But Darius raised a hand, stopping him with a simple gesture. “Step back. Witness. Learn. Because soon, you won’t have a choice.” The pod cracked. Blue light exploded, blinding. Luca screamed, a mix of rage and fear, as the energy surged. The liquid evaporated in a hiss of steam. And then… From the chamber emerged not one Luca, but two. One—the real, bloodied, and angry Luca. The other—glowing faintly, almost ethereal, eyes flickering like fire. A perfect reflection of his rage, his instincts, and his power.

“You just met a doppelganger.” “What?” “They are beings who can take on the form of others,” he said slowly, his expression darkening. “They mimic voices, faces, and even scents. One of them must have got in here... and took my form…” I gasped in shock This was serious. “You think someone is pretending to be you?” I asked, still trying to wrap my mind around it. “Yes,” he whispered. “They do that to cause confusion and breed confusion...” My whole body trembled again as realization hit me hard.

I was always the one calling him—always the one waiting, hoping he'd answer, only to be ignored or hurriedly dismissed. Who would've thought I'd have to die to see him take the initiative to call? His mother furrowed her brow, her concern evident. "She's pregnant, after all. She was caught in an earthquake. Who knows if something happened to her?" The call connected, and the woman on the screen was me—or at least, she looked just like me. I stared at the video, my eyes wide. It took a long moment before I realized that this woman wasn't me. She looked uncannily similar but wasn't me.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

“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.

But, how could he prove it? Xander continued to struggle with a series of the endless queries. Enquiring all those questions to Qeiza was impossible. She surely wouldn’t admit it if she’s really Qeiza. Qeiza tried to smile normally. “My face is a bit ordinary,” she joked. “But, you and Qeiza were really like twins,” Xander continuously dug the information. “Have you ever heard a term of doppelganger?” asked Qeiza. “It says that each person on the earth has four twins.”