Ghost Doppelganger Novels & Stories

“The doppelganger is an exact double of a person. They’re an extension of the person, but there’s a difference. Here, read this,” Luella said as she pushed the open book in front of Dennis and pointed to a paragraph. “I was never good at explaining things. I’d make a horrible teacher.” Dennis focused on the words. “A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart,” he read.

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

So, he turned around to see who it was, and he was surprised to see who it was. "Hello, Me." His doppelganger was standing at his front. The cheeky smirk on his lips made him seem like he was up to no good. Actually, he was. "What do you want?" Dominus asked, he knew the doppelganger was definitely up to no good. He knew it would be hard getting him back on the ice because right now he has a bigger problem at hand. "Oh, nothing. I just thought you'd like to know where I'm keeping the Ginnak's girl. She looks exactly like Annabelle, you know,"

She spoke elegantly and winked at her sister. All the dreams you had went to waste, but I will make sure Amanda accomplish them for you. Angela beamed ‘don’t look at me like that,’ Angela spoke to her picture with love “Sis do you like him?” Maria asked, Angela recalled her words ‘I do,’ she replied shyly. Well, I did then but now all I feel is rebuff for him “Good, because tomorrow you two will be meeting, at the guest rooms near the corner, and yes guys will have s**.” She joked as she took off the mug from Angela’s hand

“Am I? Then why am I the one calling you?” Silence. Adrian clenched his jaw. “Who did I just kill?” “A doppelganger,” Ghost said smoothly. “A little distraction. I knew you would come for Selene’s father. I knew you would come for me. So, I sent someone in my place.” Adrian’s hand tightened into a fist. He had been tricked. “Where are you?” he asked, voice calm but deadly. Ghost chuckled. “Now, now, Adrian. If I wanted you to find me, you would have by now.”

And why did I feel like I had just witnessed something I shouldn’t have? A memory then sparked. A rumor. It was a story I had heard in school years ago. We were kids then, sitting in a circle while the power was out, swapping ghost stories. Someone had whispered about doubles—people who looked exactly like you, not twins nor relatives, but strangers who shared your face. The story went like this: everyone has one—a doppelgänger. But you’re never supposed to meet them. If you do, bad things happen. I’d laughed it off back then and called it simply superstition, another story to frighten children.

said Cory softly. The doppelgänger’s face split into a wide malice-filled smile. *********** Hayden moved swiftly through the forest with Sprout as his guide. He had yet to run into his doppelgänger or any doppelgänger for that matter. “The Dale contains doppelgängers of everyone in Everdaze?” Clarified Hayden. “No, your Highness, the Dale contains doppelgängers of the travellers that venture into it only while they are there,” explained Sprout.

"I knew someone from Jessy's people who said that you would be the one to bring change to our race, as well as races like Jessy's. However, I've always thought it was a figment of my imagination. You know that I never believed in superstitions. Rebirth, prophecy, anything that cannot be accepted by common sense, I never believe in." "I know. That's why I didn't say anything about it. However, after seeing Jessabelle, I know she's not Ivanna." "I told you. You may not believe me, but have you ever heard of a doppelganger?" "Doppel what?" "Doppelganger. Twins, even looking identical, but not having the same DNA. It is said that each of us has several doppelgangers. Seven, if I remember correct

A doppelgänger. My gaze swept the field, heart tightening in my chest as the horror unfolded in its fullness. They weren’t just bodies; each rogue seemed to have a twin. Perfect replicas lying dead beside them, as if the life had been sucked out of both versions in a single breath. Cassius’ voice was low, carrying a weight that scraped at my spine. “Every single one, Cardan. Not just one or two. All of them. Pairs. Doppelgängers.” He gestured around, his jaw clenching. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

I turned slowly to look at Faith—the real Faith—who was still standing near the window, her expression unreadable. “What the hell was that?” I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper. Faith didn’t answer right away. Her gaze was fixed on the door, as if she could still see the impostor walking away. Then she looked at me, her glowing eyes serious. “That,” she said slowly, “was my fake twin.” I frowned, confused. “Your fake twin?” Faith nodded. “She’s not human, Sofia. She’s a shadow spirit. She copies the appearance of people to get close to their targets. She must have been sent here by someone.”