Merlin Quotes Novels & Stories

Merlia commented as Anberine guided her to a chair, once seated the pair continued to talk. Allowing the moonlight to bathe over them thanks to the windows that showed the fields outside. “My father, he may have been tough. But he was kind. It was hard for him given that we’re descendants of Merlin, but I’m sure after hearing this it would set his mind at ease. Even if it is just a bit, but-” Merlia slowly looked down with a helpless look on her face. “You cannot tell anyone else outside the family” Anberine guessed, knowing that hardly anyone would believe a piece of paper.

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

Even his laugh was malicious. “Wicked!!!” Silver said. “I'm not wicked, I'm Merlin, hi-hi-hi, a potion master and a headmaster, hi-hi-hi.” “So old man—” “I'm not old, hi-hi-hi,” Merlin snapped. “On the contrary, I'm 210 years or more. I forget. See how young I'm, hi-hi-hi.” Merlin replied with his left hand on his chest. Silver decided it was best to ignore Merlin. He looked around the market area. There were not many people here, but those who were here had stars in there eyes. Not many people dabbled in the arts of potions.

I asked, hopefully. “Are you kidding me?” he exclaimed, looking at me as if I was crazy. “Merlin’s Bar is the best in England and considerably famous for its lip-smacking whiskey,” he announced, enlightening us with this surprisingly and ironically interesting piece of information, though not worthy enough to alter my opinion of the place. “And according to legend, the great King George himself was accustomed to ordering the drinks for his royal parties from here,” he informed, in a pompous tone, thoroughly proud of his choice.

, Merlin sighed and shook her head. "Trust your instincts, they've never been wrong" Merlin glanced at him and smiled, he was the only constant in her life right now and he could always make her feel better even in the worst situations. "I feel like there's something I'm missing, like a connection that I can't see and if I could only find it I'll have all the answers even without the grimoire" "It'll come to you Merlin. Don't force it, you just need to relax and let it happen"

“Y-You! How dare you say those words righteously!” “What can I say? I learned from the best.” Merlin cocked his head; the grin never left his chapped purple lips. “Weren’t you so righteous when you rallied the people against your brother’s daughter?” Shananel remembered that there were still small leaders behind her. She glanced at them and ordered, “Leave.”

POV: Taking A Stand “No!” Lola’s indignant squeal echoed off the walls of the dining room. “You cannot be serious.” “I am serious.” Merlin shrugged lightly, his voice calm but firm. “I was always so wrapped up in business and work that I forgot to appreciate the woman who was my wife. I might be too late to save the marriage, but I'm not stupid enough to admit that I was wrong, and that I should have done better. Your talent is a gift, Laila. Not that it matters to you, but I'm proud of you.”