Ghost Doppelganger Novels & Stories

"For a second… I thought she could be a way out for us." That made him turn. "A way out?" he repeated, his brows knitting slightly. "What do you mean?" Isabelle shifted beside him, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him. There was something strange in her eyes—something calculating, but also… hopeful. "Have you heard of doppelgangers?" she asked. "Someone who looks exactly like you?" Ryan let out a quiet breath of amusement. "I've heard the myths. If two doppelgangers meet…" he said lazily, his gaze drifting over her face, "…the one who sees the other first is doomed to meet a tragic fate. Death, sometimes."

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

I even went back to the place a few weeks later, but she wasn't there. After giving up on the ghostly scent, I went after my doppelgänger. But I couldn’t see him. He was already gone. When I returned from chasing after him, I looked for my mate again but found nothing. So with a heavy, confused heart, I returned to my room and told myself I would wait and look for my lookalike again in the evening when he returned. At least he was real, I saw him, unlike my mate.

The quicksand feeling overwhelms me along with the high pitch hum that blocks out whatever she’s trying to say. I need to get to Bronx. Clash and Crusher need back up. Ghost howls and comes forward. We can’t catch our breath. We fall to the floor and claw at the air. Leni tries to subdue me. Her face morphs into someone unrecognizable. It’s the hag. She glamoured to look like Leni? How was I fooled so easily? Ghost jams his claws into the imposter’s arms. Hags disguised as doctors and nurses attack us, coming in from all sides.

It was not Holly’s doppelgänger she was fighting against; it was Holly herself. Holly was now standing right in front of April G, her mind completely overwritten by her doppelgänger while the doppelgänger lay on the floor pretending to be unconscious. Madison understood that the doppelgänger had schemed this very well. She wanted Madison to kill Holly and live with the guilt for the rest of her life. Madison immediately backed off and rushed towards the doppelgänger who quickly jumped into action, standing up straight but it was too late. Lady had already reached her and had smacked her down once again. Madison was ready for the attack. She sank a sharp piece of glass into her heart without

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

He might be Dante’s friend but I have no one else left to talk to. “Why do I look so much like her?” “Beats me.” I rolled my eyes. Why did I even try? I’ll be gone in the head before I even get some answers around here. I was about to lock myself inside the bathroom when he spoke again. “Have you heard of doppelgangers?” My eyebrows arched. I know they exist in some way. Others even believe that they bring bad luck. “You believe in that?” “No. I’m just trying to ease your mind. Speaking of—” He straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed as he handed something out to me. “I brought you something.”

"What is it with you and getting into trouble?" "Trouble just seems to find me, but I have you to help me," I say quietly and smile sheepishly. Murmurs fill the restaurant and I turn to see everyone looking at us. The Dhampir faces them and they all look at her as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. "It's the Dhampir, the legends are true," a woman near us exclaims with a smile. "It's an honor to meet you Dhampir," a middle aged man says, bowing his head.

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

The clash was instant and brutal. Annabel’s doppelgänger moved first, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion. Her strike was precise, aimed directly for Annabel’s throat. Annabel twisted away, barely avoiding the attack. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice sharp, unwavering. The doppelgänger’s smile mirrored Annabel’s, but it carried a malice that felt foreign. “I’m what you could have been,” it said, its voice echoing with unnatural resonance. “And what you’ll need to become.”