Novel & Cerita History Doppelganger

I moved to give her space which she took and lay beside me, the mattress bounced because she made it like a free fall. "Douple ganger, Zhanaia. Have you ever heard of that?" My brows furrowed. "No." And she explained what douple ganger is. "A douple ganger is a biological unrelated look-alike of someone. It has something to do with the genes something and cross-breed whatever is that." I chuckled at her incomplete scientifical explanation for douple ganger. "But in some beliefs, they say douple ganger is bad luck, an evil twin, but hey, we're in the 2000s, so that's the least of the things I should explain. Surely, this has something to do with that Science thing."

"If I block out your scar, the resemblance is almost uncanny. It's strange how I never noticed it in the pictures." His words tugged at something deep within me, stirring something I thought was long buried. I also felt a flicker of discomfort at Neal's observation but I refused to let it overwhelm me. Instead, I straightened my posture, reclaiming my composure as I met Neal's gaze head-on. "Does the concept of doppelgangers ring a bell, Neal?" I asked. "It is not uncommon for people to bear a striking resemblance to others. It's just a quirk of genetics, nothing more. But there is a lore most werewolves are familiar with."

Or someone who looks like him. He appeared older and more intense, dressed in black robes instead of a suit. His eyes shone red, not gold, and his grin was sinister, stretching unnaturally wide. The doppelgänger leaned back in the chair, folding his hands together. “Ah, finally, the fox and his bride have come home.” Camela froze, moving closer to Vincent as she whispered. “That’s not you.” The doppelgänger tilted his head with a look of amusement as he replied. “Not me? Then why does he wear my chain? Why do I know every thought that crosses his mind before he even speaks?”

“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.

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.”

They sighed, and Mandy stepped back, leaving only Ember to explain what it all meant. ‘The thing is, there is always a duplicate of a witch. Some duplicates are not greedy and rarely cause havoc. They only show up when needed. But a few others, like you, have troublesome duplicates. The scholars call them doppelgänger. They will stop at nothing to make your life miserable.” Ember explained. Clarissa gasped in shock. She didn’t want her life to be miserable. She was only trying to live her life these days, and she had never hurt someone intentionally before. So, why should she have a duplicate that would frustrate her very existence?

After suffering so many heavy blows, even though his body was in tatters, his cracked head still healed. He was now like a bloodthirsty beast, and his eyes were about to bleed. He stared at the purple-clothed and white-clothed doppelgangers. "Good, very good. You are Chu Xun's doppelgangers, right?" The men in purple and white looked at each other and smiled as if they were talking about happy cooperation. "Chu the Devil, you have killed my doppelganger before. I'll kill two of you today. Let's see if you will feel heartbroken today."

I was there for Lyca. As a vampire, I could enter someone's house without being invited, but I chose to send my doppelganger instead. After drinking human blood and completing the transition, our human spirit separates from our body, creating a doppelganger. It's like having a friendly ghost always by my side, reminding me of what needs to be done. Only I could see it. Usually, my doppelganger couldn't interact with anything, but it depended on the strength of the vampire. After a minute, my doppelganger emerged with Lyca in his arms, gently placing her on the ground.

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.

"We were chosen because we looked enough like the bloodline. We were not related, Debbie. Not at all.” “So…” I swallowed. “Your looks… you… how do you… how do you explain your striking mirrored resemblance?” “We are doppelgangers, Debbie.” Doppelgangers. The word hit me. Right in the depth of my brain. I had forgotten that there was a word like that in this world. “We were picked from different corners of the world. Scraps of people that nobody would miss."