Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

As soon as Adrian finished speaking, dozens of identical Adrians appeared, each one looking exactly like the original and exuding the same aura. The sight left Andreas utterly astonished. “What is this? Illusions? This must be some kind of trick! This can’t be real!” he roared, struggling to break free with all his might. But all the Adrians moved in perfect unison, their attacks landing on Andreas with a force that felt all too real. The pain seared through him, leaving him reeling. “This is impossible! How can a human create so many doppelgangers?! What’s going on?!” Andreas screamed in disbelief.

knave CACODEMON” I asked my doppelganger to discreetly observe the students at the school since I couldn't enter the premises myself. As a doppelganger, it possesses the ability to remain unseen by anyone except for its own vampire body. Although it lacks physical strength like other pure-blooded vampires, it can still carry out my command to spy on the students. I specifically instructed my doppelganger to identify a person named Lyca, as I wanted to interact with her.

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

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,"

“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.”

“Elior, don’t.” The doppelgänger smirked. “She’s not the one bleeding out, is she?” Rael moved first. His dagger flashed as he lunged, too fast for human eyes to follow—but the mist-born Elior didn’t flinch. He lifted a single hand, and Rael froze mid-strike, his body locking in place as if shackled by invisible chains. Elior’s stomach turned. This thing—it wasn’t just a shadow. It was real. The doppelgänger looked at Rael, almost amused. “You’re always so quick to attack, hunter. So quick to kill.” His gaze slid back to Elior. “So, tell me. Will you be the same?”

Mia said, stepping forward, "you can't just come here and claim something like that. We would need proof. For all we need you may be trying to trick Ravenna for whatever goal you have in mind." Dalian nodded almost violently, his calm composure cracking. "Yes, yes. Yes, I know that." He pointed at his face. "Is this not proof enough?" "There's at least a one percent chance, maybe even more," Lucian chimed in, his shoulders lifting in a careless shrug, "that somewhere out there, in the vast expanse of the world, there's someone who looks exactly like us, a mirror image, a doppelgänger. It's a chilling thought, isn't it? For all we know, our enemies have already found this one percent, this pe

She hesitates, makes a soft clicking sound with her tongue, then asks, “What would you do if you saw a dead person alive again?” The question hits me. I stare at her, surprised. “A dead person? Alive?” “I mean…” she begins, gesturing with her hands. “You see someone who looks like someone you know to be dead.” I blink, trying to process it. “Well… people do look alike,” I say slowly. “There’s a term for it… doppelgänger.” I shrug. “Exactly!” She straightens, her energy rising suddenly. “I know that. I know people can resemble each other. But this wasn’t that.”

"You’re imagining things." "I'm not," Freddo insisted, his genius brain connecting dots I tried to hide. "He has my nose. He has my eyes. Even the way he stands. The probability of two unrelated humans sharing such identical phenotypic traits is less than—" "Freddo," I cut him off, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands. "People resemble each other without any blood relation. It happens all the time. It’s called a doppelgänger. It’s just a coincidence."