The Stranger Who Sews
Michael Luo
“You do,” Gwen whispers before turning to leave the family behind.
Search results for Kindred
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Zac
They had thought to give Zac his freedom, but Zac did not want to be released, for he now considered the two researchers his family. They alone had shown him kindness, and he wanted to learn more from them. 
Meet Zoe
A powerful magic was distorting Zoe’s ability to travel. It probably related to whatever change she was supposed to herald, and, obviously, she hadn’t succeeded yet.
The Dream Thief
Matt Dunn
“Reathe, of the Narrow-Foot Clan.”
“Then come, Reathe, Iceborn of Narrow-Foot. The others are near.”
Twin Dawns
Already, a new doomed host has been chosen to transform into the next iteration of Pantheon – a soldier from the Rakkor, a tribe who cling to the base of Targon’s mountain, siphoning off its power like barnacles. 
Feast of the Prophet
Jared Rosen
The Noxian invasion, his hand striking an officer, his family, his friends, his childhood, his dreams. He drifts down beneath the lavender sea, past strange, inverted buildings jutting awkwardly from the light-dappled nothingness beyond the Void’s hideous living sky, and he catches a glimpse of something massive on the verge of being born. 
Right On Time
Dana Luery Shaw
“A big thank you to the Vesella clan for having me! What a treat it is to spend an evening in your beautiful city. 
The Monster of Kalduga Outpost
Matt Dunn
The ugly compound was carved into the cliffs near the outskirts of the jungle by a tribe of humans called “Noxians”. They had inhabited the outpost for a while, it seemed, based on how irritable yet comfortable they seemed performing their daily routines.
Fieram
Rayla Heide
“You winked at me.” said Orianna. “Why?”
“We are kindred spirits, you and I. But you already knew that,” said Fieram. “It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
A Fair Trade
Rayla Heide
She passed a stand with dozens of woven baskets filled to the brim with polished rocks, shells etched with legends from a seafaring tribe, gambling dice carved from bones, and other curious items. Nothing matched the style of Ahri’s sculpted tokens. 
A Well-Earned Tip
Laura Michet
But Aegil’s baby sister was born sickly. The family needed coin to keep her well-fed, and to buy her medicine.
So Aegil’s father cut a deal with Aegil’s uncle, Jasper.
In the Fires of Justice
Rayla Heide
“The starving citizens had no strength left to fight this injustice, and the king’s guard forced the elderly folk to line up for slaughter.
“The first in line was a man with silver hair who stumbled as he stepped forward.
For Demacia
Graham McNeill
“Goodman Dayan, tell me why you killed your family,” said Lux. “Why did you attack your neighbors?”
“Not them.
The Voice from the Hearth
Matt Dunn
The Winter’s Claw had driven our tribe north, where the land was so harsh that even our warmother Olgavanna shivered through the first night.
Ensemble
Rayla Heide
One of the chem-punk girls carries the musician’s chittarone for him as he crawls from the descender. Several of the theater-folk comfort an elderly man.
Two Hex-mechanics stumble toward me and I direct them to a medical officer who is setting up a tented repair station.
Standing Room Only
Daniel Couts
Zaunite chem-lamps scatter the colors of Piltovan stained glass across Zaunite cobbled streets carefully engineered with Piltovan tools.
And folk from both cities make their way here, bringing that rapturous soul-song only I can hear.
The Unexpected Spark
Michael Luo
Only a handful of her attackers were left. She could head home soon. Her family was probably worried sick...
A blast struck the pipe beneath Zeri, forcing her off balance.
The Principles of Strength
Anthony Reynolds
Both were tall and athletic in stature, and each had the cold eyes of the family line, as well as the proud demeanor of those born to nobility. 
Child of Zaun
Ian St. Martin
Toxic mist tumbles in, immediately stinging the eyes and biting the lungs. Several of the clan folk begin to vomit.
Cait’s face goes stony and her rifle snaps up high, faster than I can track.
A Feast Fit for A King
Graham McNeill
And once he killed all the uvver clan-chieftains who said he weren’t no king, it didn’t seem too clever to not agree wiv ’im.”