Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

"For a second… I thought she could be a way out for us." That made him turn. "A way out?" he repeated, his brows knitting slightly. "What do you mean?" Isabelle shifted beside him, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him. There was something strange in her eyes—something calculating, but also… hopeful. "Have you heard of doppelgangers?" she asked. "Someone who looks exactly like you?" Ryan let out a quiet breath of amusement. "I've heard the myths. If two doppelgangers meet…" he said lazily, his gaze drifting over her face, "…the one who sees the other first is doomed to meet a tragic fate. Death, sometimes."

"You told me… to act ill… so he'd take the fall…" A wave of chill captured my body. So, these demons were already setting me up for years. "Well, isn't this a show?" Rachel's voice swam in from the entrance. She leaned on the door and played with a voice recorder. "I believe this recording will work even better than any footage." She approached me and hugged me. Darkly, she looked at Yvonne. Yvonne let go of Christopher immediately. He coughed violently. "This is a misunderstanding, Ms. Leidermann."

Zaine’s voice wobbled as he spoke. This was the conclusion I, too, had come to. It made sense from the things that Alpha Isak had spoken, and it was not unusual for wolves to be reborn, I suppose you could say. Given a new human body form to be bonded with. Carefully matched by the moon goddess, just as carefully, if not more so than the treasured fated matebond. The wolf you were paired with was with you for life once you came of age. As much your other half as a fated mate would be. A true support. A strength. If the pairing was wrong, it could destroy the person within. A pairing of a wolf with a family member of someone he was formerly bonded to would make sense in my mind, and I think i

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.

The silence was loud enough. I turned on my heel, stomach twisted in knots. I should’ve known better. I did know better. I had been the fool who convinced herself a fake mating could ever feel this real. That the touches, the stolen looks, the way his eyes softened when he thought I wasn’t watching it had all been a fantasy I let myself believe he could really be happy with me an omega.

I gasped as I identified the face. It was I. Or at the very least, it appeared to resemble me. The doppelgänger’s gaze shone with the same eerie brightness as Rowan’s, and its demeanor was emotionless and frigid. “What… what is happening here?” I stumbled over my words, my heart pounding. Rowan’s voice was gentle yet brimming with strength. "The prophecy doesn't concern who you will turn into, Daisy." “It’s about who you already are.” The doppelgänger moved nearer, its stare sharp and unwavering. “I am you,” it declared, its voice resonating within the cavern. "And you are I."

The edges of the Polaroid felt rough between my fingers, grounding me in the moment even as my mind reeled. Twins. My gaze flickered between the photograph and Emily, searching for some kind of deception in her smirking face. But there was none. “This isn’t possible,” I whispered. Emily’s smirk deepened. “Oh, but it is.” Adrian took a step forward, his stance protective. “If this is some kind of game—” “It’s not,” Emily cut him off, her voice suddenly sharp. “You think I went through all this trouble just to mess with her? This is real, Adrian. Sarah and I… we’re sisters.

“Doppelganger phenomenon? What the hell are you talking about, Myra? Do you believe in that?” Lisa’s voice became more alert, she looked at Myra with disdain as if she felt that Myra was saying something extremely absurd. Lisa had heard about doppelganger phenomenon before, but she didn’t believe in this matter. To Lisa, this was an extremely ridiculous phenomenon, she didn’t believe that two people who looked alike but weren’t related by blood existed in this world.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop now. “Told me what?” I replied. Focusing on what he was saying and reaching out for Craig was difficult. I was trying to keep my cool, but it was hard. Sweat beaded my forehead as I over extended my mental capability. “Your brith name is Dawn Fairborne but that is not who you truly are. You are a doppelgänger.” “A what?” I blinked. I almost lost a hold of the connection, but I reeled myself back in. I felt the tether hit something in the back of my mind. I didn’t know if it was Craig or not, but there was no time to overthink it.

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.”