Merlin Quotes Novels & Stories

Diana leaned back slightly, watching him as he spoke about something trivial, something that didn’t carry weight or pressure. “You know,” Merlin said, lifting his glass slightly, “if I had known all it took to get you to sit quietly like this was bringing you here, I would have done it a long time ago.” Diana raised an eyebrow at him. “So now I’m the problem?” He shrugged lightly. “I didn’t say that. I just said you’re… energetic.” She let out a small laugh. “That’s a nice way of putting it.” Merlin leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice in mock seriousness. “I’m being very kind, actually.”

Elder Merlin voices what I am so sure everyone has in mind. "Pardon me, your highness. But your reaction was so delayed that we could not help but laugh. Thank you for making the moment light." I look at my mare nervously scared that he would feel offended. However, he lets out a hearty guffaw and almost bends over through laughing. His laughter is so contagious that we all end up laughing uncontrollably. Even the usually prim and proper elder Merlin is laughing as if she has got no care in the world. Even Hermes, who seemed to be sulking a few minutes ago is laughing so hard.

"The next time you question what I do or how I live my life, I'll make you regret it. Know your boundaries and fucking put a duct tape on that mouth of yours if you don't want to lose it." Merlin's eyes glistened in tears but she dared not say anything. She glared at me before storming off, totally embarrassed. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that it's wrong to make ladies cry?" I asked, wearing a smug look and he grinned. "Well, she might have but bitches weren't included in the list," he replied and I rolled my eyes, refusing to give into the urge to smile. "How have you loved my gifts so far?" He asked, smirking and I grimaced.

"...wasn't Julian." Her breath caught. "What?" "Julian came later." "Who was first?" "I don't know." "You just said—" "I only heard him." "You never met him?" "Never." "What did he sound like?" Marcus didn't answer for several seconds. Then quietly said, "Like he'd already won." The words settled between them. Zariel remembered reading Harrison Mercer's personnel file weeks ago. One handwritten note from Merlin. *Never trust calm men who never need to shout.* Her blood ran cold.

With a dash of jealousy, Rainer couldn’t help but calmly tell Merlin, "I hate you." The color drained from Merlin's face as he stared Rainer in disbelief, “I was trying to be friendly!" he screamed back "Ok pretty boy, what do you want?" asked Rainer with a hint of skepticism. In a mocking tone Merlin replied "I wanted to ask, if you were going to be participating in the second round or taking your win and running away with your tail between your legs." He paused and waited for an answer. “Of course, I’m joining.” Rainer was shocked at his own answer. “Wait a second, I didn’t mean to say that! That minotaur almost killed me. Actually, come to think of it, did I win or lose?! I don’t remember

Elsabet queried, her lips twisted in doubt and voice still rough as she leaned forward. “My Raese Merlinus, or Merlin, as many have called him. Was the mightiest lover I’ve ever known. He stole my heart and has kept it in the palm of his hand ever since. When I close my eyes I can still see his face. When I listen carefully, I hear his voice in my mind. When I yearn for a man’s touch, it’s only his I crave. He’s my everything.” “Yearn for a man’s touch…” Elsabet turned it over like a foreign phrase. “I never thought I’d ‘yearn for a man’s touch’...”

It was a nostalgic feeling, a feeling that reminded him about the deceased Demon King, a being that he could never rival. But, Merlin is still the great sage, the most powerful mage of the Kingdom. There's always a solution. Merlin casted a teleportation skill, as his last resort, he teleported Luci to a far away place. A place that no human or any being have ever come back alive. The Cursed Forest.

Christian sighed and said, “That is indeed a problem. It feels like solving a complex equation, but it’s not right no matter which direction you try to look at it. It’s as if some necessary prerequisite is missing.” Merlin then remembered something and asked, “Oh, by the way, do you remember the celebrity named Quinn Golding that I told you about?”

Merlin raises her head and the hood of her cloak parts enough for me to see her eyes staring back at me, "True power isn't in wielding our abilities carelessly. True power lies in knowing when to exercise restraint and when to show no mercy." I roll my eyes, "Yeah, yeah." Merlin makes a movement that feels like she's shaking her head, but that darned cloak is so large I can't tell. I can only hear the disdain in her voice as she asks, "What sense would it have made for me to kill the werewolves guarding your borders? Do you want them to know I'm here meeting you? If this is the thoughtless manner you'll act when you finally become Luna, I fear for the fate of the pack."

' Merlin chuckled and ruffled her hair, ‘No, my little one, this is not a hallucination. You are here with me. Am I not the Greatest Warlock that ever lived?’