Rotbb Stories

ROTBB oneshots! Note: cover art is not mine, and ROTBB is not mine too. Enjoy ^^

Chung Myung has been strange since he woke up. Then the next day, it seems his past desires had resurfaced.

The great and mighty Plum Blossom Sword Saint is possessed... It's not as bad as it sounds like. [Chung Myung x Original Female Character] English is not my first language, you'll probably find many grammar mistakes here. Reminder : I own none of ROTBB nor the characters or the main plot, I only own my OCs and a part of the plot. The cover is not mine too(can't do digital art</3)

You died holding the one and only Plum Blossom Saint. Hopefully your next life you won't die crying over some punk. Better yet, you hope you won't live in the same era as him ever again. News flash god is cruel (Btw this is NOT angsty. Oh and the both of you are VERY slow when it comes to each others feelings)

Chung Myung x oc -------------------- The Return of the blossoming blade belongs to BIGA. (will follow the manhwa and novel)

He can't stand it, he has become a literal monster. Every day was like hell, the mental and emotional torment was overwhelming added by the burning thirst, he decided he could just kill himself. But then the thought crossed his mind. What about Mount Hua? Yes, Mount Hua. He needs to return, the kids are all alone, the kids need him.

An au where Chung Myung isn't the reincarnated Plum Blossom Sword Saint. He's just Chung Myung who was a genius and died during the war. Baek Cheon became the sect leader years after and met someone familiar.

A hundred years is a long time. Memories fade like smoke amidst strong breeze. Chung Myung has slowly forgotten the face of his friend.

"Why do I know thirty ways to kill someone with a teacup but not a single clean sword form!?"

Tang Bo returned in a body of a wandering physician. After hearing the news about Mount Hua's victory in the World Murim Competition, he rushed to Shaanxi and was met with a familiar face.

"You'll come back..." Chung Myung murmured under his breath as white mist engulfed his human form with his head tilting upwards, observing the stars that smeared the vast dark skies above. "I know you will. I'll wait for you. No matter how long it will take." From the dreary fog and smoke arose a dragon with white and teal scales shimmering under the moonlight. "In a time where you can live in peace, a time where you don't have to die a dog's death. I'll meet you there someday." It flew up, bursting into the grey clouds, and disappearing into thin air, as if it never existed.