Vampire Survivors Doppelganger Novels & Stories

I was there for Lyca. As a vampire, I could enter someone's house without being invited, but I chose to send my doppelganger instead. After drinking human blood and completing the transition, our human spirit separates from our body, creating a doppelganger. It's like having a friendly ghost always by my side, reminding me of what needs to be done. Only I could see it. Usually, my doppelganger couldn't interact with anything, but it depended on the strength of the vampire. After a minute, my doppelganger emerged with Lyca in his arms, gently placing her on the ground.

Sometimes I forget that this was a common occurrence for every vampire in here. As far as I know, all of the pets that were here yesterday morning will be replaced with new ones by tomorrow. "So I guess 7 was too many for Doe to survive then?" Nico asked the vampire to his right. I turned my head a bit at the sound of her name. She wasn't with Xander, which pretty much meant only one thing. I felt my shoulders slump as I thought this over, the confirmation that she was gone sinking in. Even though we didn't really know each other, I just felt upset over the fact that she was gone.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I screamed, but it was too late. The duplicate thrust her hand forward, her razor-sharp talons piercing straight through Damon’s chest from behind. Damon gasped, his eyes flying wide as blood spilled from his mouth. The duplicate pulled her blood-soaked hand free, throwing him to the ground like trash. “NO!” I shrieked, falling to my knees beside my brother as he collapsed into the dust. The duplicate stood over us, looking down at Damon’s body with a sinister, mocking sneer. “See, little vessel? Everyone who dares to love you will bleed out at your feet.”

"If there is a doppelganger of Edolie, then is it possible that there can be a doppelganger of Elder Alaric as well?" "If that’s the case, then this is not good news," Liara spoke, shaking her head. "If any vampire (of course he or she is already dead) manages to kill his or her doppelganger, then they become immortal. Not just that, they can do magic just like any of the powerful witches." "You mean to say that my life is in danger?" Edolie asked. "It should have been, but watching you safe and sound, I doubt that you’re really her target. As far as I remember, you told me that from the beginning it was your pups who were on target, especially Moana." Liara explained.

The penanggal breed of east Asia. The third vampire looked a bit like a human. But with very pale skin, with spots and blemishes, red and glossy eyes, muscle-filled body, brooded figure, sharper-looking fangs and nails like that of the Wolverine. He was the guard vampire; The gatekeeper. The Neuntoter from the German vampire species. The vampire that was popularly known as the 'nine killers'

Devon wondered and at the same time she looks at Cassadie. “Yes sir, there were four. And I don’t know if you’ll believe this but they are vampires.” Yomiel replied seriously. “Vampires?” Devon frowned. “Yes sir. This lady with me right now is a vampire hunter. Cassadie, please.” Yomiel looked at her. Somehow, Cassadie felt confident. She stood up and pulled out a tablet on her pocket. “Sir, I am a downworlder hunter, not just a vampire. From an organization that hunts creatures that harms humans. Here is my evidence that they were vampires. We, hunters have cameras on our amulet.” She pointed on the jewel in the middle of her collarbones.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

With renewed vigor, they engaged the vampire, unleashing a barrage of attacks that pushed him to the brink. As the vampire faltered, his monstrous facade crumbling, the hunters delivered the final blow—a stake driven deep into his heart. A primal scream pierced the night air as the vampire disintegrated into ash, his existence forever extinguished. Exhausted and battered, I leaned against the car for support, my injured shoulder throbbing with pain. The security team members and vampire hunters quickly regrouped, ensuring the threat was fully eliminated. Their expertise and unwavering dedication had saved my life, and for that, I was eternally grateful.

Then the doppelgänger moved, extending its dragon arms into the swirling dark fog, grasping at something unseen. Two figures were dragged into view. A male and a female sylph, beaten and bloodied, barely clinging to life. Gildeon’s chest tightened, his vision tunneling in on them. Siegfrid. Irmeena. His throat went dry. He shook his head, barely able to whisper, “Don’t…” as if that single word could undo what was about to happen. The doppelgänger didn’t hesitate. With a flick of its golden claws, it slit their throats clean—just as Gildeon had done all those years ago.