Ghost Doppelganger Novels & Stories

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.

“The hunters I mean.” “What do you mean?” Cain asked. “Right now, they encounter doppelgänger demons. What if they imitate people? Hunters will have a hard time.” said Beatrix. “And so are the people, the doppelgänger is a disaster.” “But isn’t the doppelgänger only seen when someone is about to die?” Luke asked. “Yeah, they’re often called evil twins or harbingers,” said Beatrix. “But they are actually a broken soul, chief.”

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.

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.

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.”

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.