Ghost Doppelganger Novels & Stories

"Goofy. Calm. A plain idiot. Ryder's sidekick. A fucking pushover…" Ghost shuddered as she went on to mention the sick attributes of that Jason guy. It didn't match with his. He could never be goofy or calm. That wasn't him. But it could be the guy in his nightmares. The one who looked exactly like him. Now he wasn't sure if that guy was his past or just a sick doppelganger. "Would you let go? I know you're not trying to kill me!" Ciara tugged aggressively at his steel grip.

the doppelgänger said smoothly. Dorian took a step back. “Okay, yeah, I hate this.” Cassian shifted protectively in front of Lena. “Who the hell are you?” The other Lena’s golden eyes gleamed. “I told you. I’m her.” She tilted her head. “Or rather, what she’s meant to become.” Lena’s hands clenched. “No.” The doppelgänger’s smile widened. “Yes.” And then, with a wave of her hand, the shadows rose—swallowing everything whole.

The other me wears a morbid smile and cocks her head like a curious dog. Then she turns to look at something, and my gaze follows. A second doppelganger of myself is chuckling. "Hello, I and Me! It's delightful that We should meet here!" says the second one. "I'm truly honored," I respond, mustering whatever cordiality I can. "Honored, truly? I thought You and I were Me and We were You?" the first doppelganger interjects, vexing me. "Are we losing our minds?" I ask hesitantly.

Facing Inner Demons Iris stumbled to her feet, gasping for air as the cavern throbbed with crimson light. It was difficult to think because of the heat pressing against her flesh. The shadowy apparition who resembled her stepped forward across from her. It was a darker, warped version of her, but not her. A weird spark blazed in her double's eyes, and everything about its actions, even the slightest flutter of her fingers, mirrored Iris's own. In a chilly, piercing voice, the doppelganger declared, "You've been running from yourself." "But you can't hide who you are."

Well, it's still early but she knows that I'll be spending my next hour in the gym. ****** As cold shower splashed over my body, I recalled today's nightmare. It was no different to other one. I saw her again. That innocence filled eyes seeking help still delivers goosebumps all over my body. Her screams make my nights unbearable for me. Sometimes it becomes difficult to even breath.

she breathed, her voice shaking. He pulled her closer, his grip firm and reassuring. “I thought I lost you.” Before she could respond, a deep, echoing laugh filled the air, sending a chill down her spine. They broke apart, both turning toward the source of the sound. The doppelgänger stood a few feet away, her eerie smile still in place. But now, she wasn’t alone. Behind her, a towering figure loomed, its body made of writhing shadows and glowing red veins. Its eyes burned like embers, fixed intently on Sasha.

This youth wasn’t disappointing him in the least! Whatever the case was, Gerald didn’t even wait for Torme to say anything before moving on to touch the third soul bamboo. While Gerald was already used to having his consciousness getting transferred, he still found himself slightly stunned when he realized that standing before him, was a doppelganger! “…And you are?” asked Gerald. “Heh! I’m just you!” replied the other Gerald as he revealed a subtle smile. “What? If you’re me, then who am I?” said Gerald.

I gave him a funny look. "Yes, but you were the one who was awake in this world" He laughed at me as he gulped down his porridge and I rolled my eyes. "The real Amy Daunter is dead" The spoon that was on the way to his mouth stopped in mid air. "Yes, that is true, the Amy that we see is not really actually her. She is a doppelgänger or something like that. She was murdered. We saw it in the memories." I told him. "And" He asked.

The sapphire ring on her finger pulsed with a steady, rhythmic warmth, a physical tether to Xander’s golden presence elsewhere in the Arch. She didn't hear the door open. There was no sound, no shift in the air, no spike in the Aetheric sensors. The intruder was a "Null-Ghost" - someone who had surgically removed their own magical signature and used high-grade corporate dampeners to become a hole in reality. "It’s a beautiful lie, isn't it, Doctor?"

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.