History Doppelganger Novels & Stories

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

I demanded. The figure slowly turned. Its face. My face. A mirror image. "Your greatest fear," Amara whispered. My mind reeled as I stared at my duplicate. "Who are you?" I repeated. The doppelganger's voice echoed mine. "I am the shadow you've denied," it said. "Your darkest self." Amara stepped forward. "This is the trial," she explained. "Face your inner demons." The doppelganger began to change. Its face contorted, reflecting my deepest fears.

"Silas must have used the data from your early blood draws to grow a rapid-prototype shell. It’s a biological blank." "Not a blank, Alexander," the Doppelgänger said, walking toward them with a graceful, haunting gait. "I have all of Lira’s memories. And soon, once the uplink finishes, I’ll have yours too, Elena. You don't need to be a 'Proxy' anymore. You can just... fade away. I’ll take care of Alexander. I’ll take care of the empire. I’ll even finish your revenge against the cartel." The Doppelgänger stopped five feet away. She reached out a hand a hand that looked identical to Elena’s, but without the soot and the blood.

"Did you really think once you freed me, I wouldn't have some sort of backup plan? That I wouldn't try to get my wolf back? Did you keep eyes on me one hundred percent of the time? Or can you remember that little side trek we took before kidnapping Raven?" "Unless you can perform miracles, it was you!" I screamed out wildly. She smirked. "Do you know how easy it is to create a doppelganger? All I needed was a potion which I had well hidden thanks to a witch who created it for me long ago, and voila," she laughed, "you were all fooled. I needed time to get my wolf back, and the coven I had to travel to was more than a week's worth of travel. The doppelganger had all my memories, all my behavi

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 figure moved closer, stepping out from the swirling mist that cloaked the hidden realm in an unnatural fog. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the face—my face—staring back at me. It was like looking into a mirror, except this reflection held an eerie, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “Who… what are you?” I demanded, my voice faltering despite my attempt to sound strong. The doppelgänger tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with a strange light. “I am you, Sera. Or rather, I am what you could be.” Her smile widened, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth.

A doppelgänger. My gaze swept the field, heart tightening in my chest as the horror unfolded in its fullness. They weren’t just bodies; each rogue seemed to have a twin. Perfect replicas lying dead beside them, as if the life had been sucked out of both versions in a single breath. Cassius’ voice was low, carrying a weight that scraped at my spine. “Every single one, Cardan. Not just one or two. All of them. Pairs. Doppelgängers.” He gestured around, his jaw clenching. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Sandro grunted. "You're one to talk," Arabella glared at him, recalling her confusion between Alessandro the first and Sandro earlier. Now, she was faced with her own lookalike. "Like I mentioned, the sin began a century ago, stemming from your ancestors. The figures you see here are your forebears," Clarisse explained. "What about Alessia, then?" Arabella inquired, considering their twin connection. "If there's a first doppelganger, it would make sense for her to be present too."

“I didn’t want to run the risk of her jealousy ruining our mission.” “I suppose Geo kept it from me for the same reason?” I said. “You aren’t the only doppelganger born of Shona,” he explained. “Over the centuries, we have encountered several. They looked like her, but they were not her reincarnated… until now. It took time for that to fact to show itself. I imagine Geo thought you just another look-alike put on this planet to taunt him.” “What does he think now?” I asked.