History Doppelganger Novels & Stories

He assured me, but I wasn't done yet. "And what if I tell you that I've been seeing a woman that looks exactly like her? I mean, their hair color is different, but they are so much alike and I can't help but think that Anya isn't dead as we think," He tilted his head to the side, his expression stoic and unfeeling. "What makes you think so?" He let out short breaths. "Their uncanny resemblance, Dmitri. I know that a person can have a doppelganger, but hers is too striking,"

If Caspian had not been prepared, he might have fallen into the trap. Buzz! After the sword light blocked Caspian, it directly turned into a doppelganger that was no different from that of the Desperate Young Master and appeared in front of Caspian. "Look at you, you really won't stop crying until you see the coffin. I don't care who you are, but after my warning, you still follow me. You are provoking me. I will kill you." The doppelganger's eyes were like torches, and he said calmly, as if killing Caspian was just a trivial matter.

Something like vengeance. Outside, the forest stirred with the movements of her double. The clone walked as she did, carried her scent, moved with her very essence. Caelum had set the spell-bound creation wandering the woodlands where Evander’s hunters prowled. They followed eagerly, snarling at every turn, certain they were closing in on the true Nyx. And each time, the doppelgänger slipped just far enough to lure them deeper into cursed ground. Sometimes into briar mazes that swallowed their footing. Sometimes into hollowed trees where shadows whispered madness. Always away from Nyx herself.

Emmaline shakes her head, “A doppelganger, and my best work to date. Much harder to tell apart from the real thing. The finishing touch will be your memories.” The doppelgänger looks afraid, and stares at Emmaline, “They won’t be able to tell you apart if she knows all your secrets. It’s perfect.” She moves to grab her arm and begs, “Please, you can’t. It’s beyond wrong! Please, don’t do this.” Emmaline pushes her off her and slaps her hard, knocking her to the ground. Emmaline hisses, moving to loom over the woman,

“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.

“A doppelganger is someone who looks just like you, but they're not related to you at all. They're like a copy of you, but from different parents.” Paul didn’t want to look stupid in front of his father. He wanted to show off and then added an explanation, “Sometimes people say that if you see your doppelganger, it can bring bad luck, but it's all just make-believe. So, if you ever meet someone who looks exactly like you but you know they're not your twin, you can tell them, ‘Hey, you're my doppelganger!’ It's like finding a really cool and mysterious twin.”

“Someone… someone who looked exactly like you walked in here just minutes ago. He screamed at me. He said I was a fraud. That I was a harlot. That I had to leave. He was angry, violent… and then he left as soon as he heard footsteps.” Elias stepped forward. “Lena… are you sure?” I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wet with tears. “Yes. He looked just like you. But he wasn’t you. His energy was different. His voice. His eyes.” Elias rubbed his jaw, the one with the scar. “Lena… I think that might not have been me at all.” “Then who was it?” I asked. He hesitated. Then his voice dropped low. “You just met a doppelganger.”

"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."

"It's not. It's not easy and you know that. It happened to me once, and I had to let go." "Have you?" Dominus raised his brow. "Y-yes, I have." Whirling his head unhurriedly, he spoke. "Don't lie to me. Detecting lies might not be my forte, but I'm damn good at it." Gretel was about to retort when something abruptly entered her intellect. "The doppelganger isn't planning on making a deal with mother, that isn't his aim. He aims to kill her." "Why?" Dominus asked, confused.

“I’m not sure of the how and why of it, but when you travel to different timelines, you occasionally encounter a person who could be your doppelganger. They’re more than just a twin. They carry an essence of you in them. They lead a life that feels familiar to you. Perhaps it is a life that you’d considered or even feared. Should you cross each other’s paths, one of two things will happen. You will either feel a bond of familiarity that resembles love, or you will feel disdain or possibly even hate. It all depends upon what aspect of you the doppelganger happens to hold within it.” “Wow. That’s so unbelievable, it’s believable,” she said with awe. “Isn’t it? You should have seen me the