Historical Fantasy
Date Published: 02-26-2026
Publisher: Sword and Thistle LLC
In World War 1, it’s not the tanks or soldiers that will determine the victors, it’s the magical tattoo ink.
The Mages who can bear that ink have special weapon and beast tattoos that can come to life.
The tanks zig-zagged in the dirt, crossing one
another’s path as they neared the Russians. Jack had one idea, but he’d need to
get closer and time his attack perfectly, especially as Jack was assigned as an
adviser, not a combatant. He was not supposed to run into combat, but if he sat
in this trench and waited, then he’d die with his Russian comrades.
Combat had come to him.
Nodding his head, he turned to Pavel. “Get five men
and follow me,” Jack yelled as he pulled off his coat and rolled up his
shirtsleeves to expose a black and silver shield tattoo on his left forearm.
Pavel pointed out five men and waved them over,
ordering them to stay behind him and Jack, no matter what. Amid the gunshots
and rain of dirt, Jack climbed over the ledge of the trench and extended his
left arm in front of his body, saying what he called his power word that
activated his shield as he withdrew his German Luger.
In an instant, his tattoo came to life, transforming
into a full-sized, silver and black Spartan-style shield that appeared on his
arm, and bullets bounced off of it.
A magical shield called forth from the magical ink
of his tattoo, the shield looked to be a normal shield but extended a six-foot
invisible barrier in front of himself. A thin, almost invisible, light
silvery-blue glow coursed around the invisible barrier, showing the outline.
Jack crept forward, giving the Russians room and time to climb out of the
trench.
Pavel tapped Jack on the back, letting him know that
the men were out of the trench and ready to move. Jack rushed forward as
bullets bounced off the shield, with Russians running behind him as close as
possible, shooting as they ran. Jack’s shield was only solid on the outside and
in front of them, so it didn’t stop their bullets from going out, just the
German bullets from coming in. Hundreds of bullets sparked against Jack’s
shield as they ricocheted off and away.
“Aim for the men behind the tanks!” Jack yelled over
his shoulder. “That’s where we’re going.”
About the Author
Michael Roberts is a Police Officer in Southern California. He also served in the United States Marine Corps for seven years. This is his first American Historical fiction book, and he drew on much of his previous military experience to write it.
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