History Doppelganger Novels & Stories

Hannah pressed her lips as she pointed to the tequila. “I think I need that.” “Babe,” Reid was puzzled. “Now, get our DNA tested,” Hannah said. “I think we are not just doppelgangers. Doppelgangers from what I know live in different times, probably generations… I don’t know.” She sighed. “How are we going to end this?” She asked. “I’m doing everything I can, my love.” He reached her back and gently patted. “Okay,” She nodded. “I trust you.” She then looked at him and then to Xander and Reagan. “So, whatever you guys are up to, make sure to make it alive and as possible, unscathed.”

He catches my eyes for a brief moment, before he rushes to kneel down before me. "What in the world just happened?" I breathe, gathering up enough energy to utter those words with force. Shinee sits next to me, holding my back, the other hand around my waist. Pitifully, I lean against him, refusing to feel guilty for his warmth that I feed off of. A man who can do so many unkind things is choosing to sit here with me. “Doppelgänger’s. They are demon like creatures that are native to my territory, and exist in only small numbers. They migrated after being expelled from their initial creation place, Thought’s territory," Shinee explains, not seeming all that pleased with their existence.

"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."

What no one in the room could have ever suspected was that the woman in Alaric’s arms wasn’t Elona at all. The real Elona, unconscious and unaware, was nowhere to be found. In her place was an exact replica, a woman whose appearance was an uncanny match to Elona’s. She was a doppelganger, sent to deceive and manipulate, her mind just as skilled at mimicking Elona’s as her face. Alaric continued to stroke her hair, unaware of the subtle shift in her movements. Every now and then, the doppelganger would look up at him with a knowing glint in her eyes, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

The doppelganger turned. Steve rose to his feet, bloodied but steady. "Something's changed," the doppelganger said, narrowing his eyes. "You're right about one thing," Steve said hoarsely. "We are the same." The doppelganger froze. "You’re not just a dark version of me. You are me. The part of me I never wanted to face. The anger. The fear. The guilt. The things I buried so deep... I gave you life." "Don’t fool yourself," the doppelganger growled. "This ends with your death."

They were pictures of us—Nathaniel, myself, and a third person. The pictures told a story we couldn't comprehend—a story of a parallel life we had never known existed. They depicted a different version of Nathaniel, a man whose face mirrored his own, yet harbored a dark secret. The presence of this doppelganger hinted at a conspiracy so sinister and convoluted that it threatened to shatter our reality. Determined to unravel the truth, we delved into a world of hidden identities and clandestine organizations. Our journey took us to the darkest corners of society, where powerful forces manipulated lives and orchestrated destinies.

He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

He gives me a knowing look He was killed by a werewolf. “Okay, what does that have to do with me?” I furrow my brows slightly in question. “After that time, there had being a series of having someone look like one with no relative connection whatsoever” He starts “After Sugoria died, he was believed to have left his spirit behind. One that could take the form of anyone. The German called this a doppelganger” He finalizes. “Wait, wait wait, let me get this, you mean I have a ghost that’s in me or what?” I slightly furrow my brows.

"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

“The hunters I mean.” “What do you mean?” Cain asked. “Right now, they encounter doppelgänger demons. What if they imitate people? Hunters will have a hard time.” said Beatrix. “And so are the people, the doppelgänger is a disaster.” “But isn’t the doppelgänger only seen when someone is about to die?” Luke asked. “Yeah, they’re often called evil twins or harbingers,” said Beatrix. “But they are actually a broken soul, chief.”