Novel & Cerita History Doppelganger

Only a few of my pack members knew of my uncanny resemblance to the late duke, I was his doppelgänger. Nobody knew, not even my mother back then, that I was Paul's decoy during many of his trips and we played having a double life for a few years. The duke and I crossed paths when we were 15 years old. I was running through the forest and shifted near a lake when I found myself looking at my reflection. Only it was not me but another young boy staring at me. In the beginning we didn’t get along, but soon we were just having the adventure of our lives.

’ I complained at the back of my mind. After a while, he stopped laughing. Then he countered with a smirk. “Did you also know that the chances of a person looking exactly the same as someone else in all eight features are about one in one trillion? This only means that there's definitely a mathematical chance for two doppelgangers to exist, according to what you have said, but it's highly unlikely.” Well, yes. I was aware of it. However, I purposely didn’t mention it as I was trying to let him believe that the woman he met might be our doppelganger.

“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.

The figure was identical to him in every way, but this time its eyes burned with a sickly green glow, and its smile was cruel, almost predatory. “You think you’re safe?” the doppelgänger sneered, its voice dripping with malice. “You think they’ll protect you? You’re weak, Luke. Always have been.” Luke took a step back, his breathing ragged. “Fuck off man you’re not real. This isn’t real.” The doppelgänger chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating like a thousand voices. “Oh, but I am. I’m the part of you that you can’t escape. The part you pretend doesn’t exist. And I’m only getting stronger.”

“Do you really think he would wake up one day, fake his own death, and leave his pregnant wife and his baby boy alone in this world? That is not who he is, Sera. That is impossible.” His words hit hard because they are the truth. The Dominic I knew would never abandon us. He would rather die than leave us vulnerable. He proved that over and over. In Zurich. In Boston. Every single day we were together. But then who was that man? Maybe it’s a doppelgänger, I think desperately. Someone who looks exactly like him. A look-alike. It happens, doesn’t it? People who resemble each other so closely that they could be twins even though they share no blood.

“But it felt… wrong. Like he knew me.” The road stretched out ahead of us, dark and nearly empty. After a long moment, Viktor slowed the car and pulled into a distant fuel station. It looked abandoned, with only one fuel tank. He turned off the engine. “Maybe you’re a doppelgänger,” he finally replied. I frowned. “A what?” “Someone who looks exactly like her,” he said. “It happens since she's your great-grandmother. The rogue king is probably mistaking you for her."

"He knows me. He'll notice—" "People see what they expect to see," Voss said, simply. "A man who loves a woman expects to see her when he looks at her face. The doppelganger doesn't need to be perfect. It just needs to be convincing enough that he doesn't question it for the next ten days."

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.

That consequently left me alone with him. “By chance, do...do you believe in reincarnation? Or doppelgängers, Mr. Ozric?” I asked out of the blue. It was my way of opening a conversation after an awkward silence with him, but partly I was curious, too. I believed in such things, and right now, I was leaning into the idea that Mr. Darien Ozric of the Ozric International Conglomerate had a doppelgänger in a different world. Twisted.